On a relatively flat section of wreckage in the middle of the sunken ship, a discarded fishing net, overgrown with brown algae and tiny shells, lay draped there.
And at one corner of the net, a poor little hawksbill turtle had the misfortune of having its right rear leg and left front flipper tightly bound by the tough nylon lines.
Every struggle only made the lines bite deeper; it couldn't move forward or backward, could only spin in place, futile and despairing.
Lin Yu'an immediately recognized this kind of ocean killer known as a "ghost net."
These nets lost or abandoned by fishermen don't degrade like organic matter; they drift through the sea for decades or even centuries, like real ghosts.
Indiscriminately ensnaring, imprisoning, and killing any creature that becomes trapped in them.
He had seen this tragedy countless times in documentaries—seabirds whose beaks were tangled so they couldn't feed, starving to death.
