by Anna Cummins
“Looks like we found the Atlantic Garbage Patch”.
Standing on the bow of the 72-foot Sea Dragon, our crew gazed silently at a trail of brown seaweed mats peppered with countless pieces of plastic trash. Bottle caps, shot gun shells, toys, flip-flops, and buckets marred the delicate, leafy-brown plants, gently floating this synthetic load of urban detritus.
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