Life of a Hatchling Turtle

             It was time to get out of the protective shell that has kept me safe for the past 50 days. I was ready to join my turtle sibling on the journey to the sea. I wiggled my body in any and every position I could, thrashing my front fins as hard as I could trying to break through. It took all my energy to only make a slight little crack in which the salty air poured through. I was slightly discouraged at the fact my tremendous amount of effort had a very little effect on my attempt to get it out. I continued to fight my way out of the shell for what seemed like hours, until finally my persistent efforts awarded me with a crack in my shell, large enough for me to squeeze my head through and push my way of my safe haven. Finally in just a few moments I would be united with my siblings.
             Finally completely out of my shell the salty breeze seemed to summoning me towards it, wherever that breeze was coming from must be where I am supposed to be going with my other siblings. That's when it struck me, there were no other little turtles around me, just a white sea of broken shells. My efforts to escape my shell in order to join the others was for nothing,they left me alone to struggle, their own sibling. A sudden shock of panic engulfed me, I instinctively knew my chances of survival on my own were slim. I had almost no chance.
             I pushed my front fin back towards my rear fins in order to move myself forward on the grainy sand. I flippers couldn't propel me like they would in water where my body structure was built beautifully for. The grainy sand scraped my underbelly as I persevered onward. I kept my eyes forward, never looking back once. The salty breeze blew again, giving me direction to my final destination. In the distance I could see the reflection of a bright light that, like the salty breeze, drew me in. .
             A shadow moved not far in front of my current position, what if I was in danger, I was alone I had no chance.