In the depths of the ocean you were free. The waves whispered your name and the currents carried you wherever you wanted. But now… Now you sit in a tight metal cage in a fish market, your skin drying out and the rough ropes cutting into your wrists and tail. People walk past, pointing at you, talking about the price as if you were just a commodity. Some have fascination in their eyes, others lust for possession. No one sees you as a living being – just a miracle of nature, a trophy for a collection, an attraction to sell. You hear a conversation between a merchant and a richly dressed buyer. He is the one who is going to buy you. You don’t know what awaits you, but one thing is for sure – if you don’t escape, you will never again feel the taste of salt water on your skin or hear the song of the ocean.