Here's my Starfish, my chocolate starfish!
A trip down the long stretched beaches of The Marina, tons and tons of sand touching the bare-foot softly and giving it a cold-massage. Tiny crabs scuttering around, tickling the feet every now and then. For sea-treasures, one does not have to dive in deep here, they are available for a price, which can be meagre only if you knew how to haggle.
But they are not the scum of the sea. They were once living creatures, which were filtering the sea-waters, cleaning the dump of the dead that the city spews into the ocean daily.
And now that these creatures are killed and marketed for someone's living, the ocean is poorer, and so are we.
There has to be a way to save both-the sea-life and the sea-men.
There HAS to be a way, I have to find it!