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Finbar made his living from salvage but he couldn’t salvage the creature that lay dying on the high tide line, its eyes full of pain and confusion. Another one. Finbar’s gut twisted. He had to do something.
Photographs of dead turtles and gannets that he placed where the town’s revelers gathered to get drunk before heading on to the expensive seafront bars were defaced. No matter.
In pre-dawn darkness Finbar opened a picture frame to retrieve a tiny camera.
Now he could identify who was discarding the plastic from their six packs and other such rubbish.
Now he could ensure justice was served. Slowly.