The sun was shinning, a cool breeze blowing from the ocean, not a cloud in sight, and the temperature perfect at a crisp 72 degrees. James sat on his back porch enjoying the weather, gently swinging back and forth on his favorite bench swing he and his father, Richard, built together using recycled material they pulled from the ocean. Richard was a Marine Biologist, he loved everything about the ocean, especially the animals.
    He spent his entire life exploring and learning all he could about it. Which is why they moved into a home with a crystal clear view of it right from their back porch.
    *Ring Ring*
"Hello?"
"Richard! Wake up man, it's time to go, we have a lot to do before the storm blows in!" Cliff said with to much excitement for one person to have at 6:30 in the morning.
"I have been up for an hour, just finished breakfast and I'm on my way right now!" Richard responded.
      The two men met up at the docks just a few miles away from the landfill. Aside from his passion of being a Marine Biologist he ran his own construction company, RC's Construction. They built a short concrete wall to prevent stray trash from washing into the ocean as it escaped the backs of the trash trucks on its way to the landfill. They had a few finishing touches on the wall left, then it was off to the boat to free the waters of the trash that were left behind from the Manta. Yes it is an amazing deep water vessel that helps clean up the trash, but it can't do it alone, so Cliff and Richard trail behind it to catch what it misses.
     Unfortunately, the storm blew in faster than expected. The skys grew dark, now making it seem as though it were midnight, the thunder roard loud, the men could feel the rumble through their boat, lightning lit the dark sky only for a few seconds at a time as it struck, and rain pelted their skin, stinging with every drop.
    Lightning struck close startling Richard, he tripped over the anchor rope and fell over board getting caught in the fishing net that was hanging on the side of the boat as he fell.  A single plastic bag they missed drifting through the water, he couldn't remove it from his face as his hands were bound by his sides with the fishing net, Cliff couldn't pull him back on the boat fast enough.