Chameleon Magazine

Shout-out to the royal prince who’s just discovered the ocean’s in trouble.

While we’ve been wading through plastic bags and paddling past oil slicks,

you were busy hosting galas, christening yachts, and sipping sea-salted martinis on floating palaces.

But hey — welcome aboard.

We’re thrilled you’ve noticed the seas are dying.

Not when the fish vanished from our nets.

Not when the coral turned to bone.

But now — now that your sunset cruises come with a side of floating debris

and the turtles are photobombing your beach selfies with six-pack rings around their necks.

We get it.

It’s hard to spot climate collapse when your view’s filtered through gold-rimmed binoculars.

But since you’re here, and since you’ve asked so graciously,

we’ll do what we’ve always done:

Roll up our sleeves, clean up the mess, and carry the weight.

Just one thing, Your Highness —

This time, maybe swap the ribbon-cutting scissors for a shovel.

The sea doesn’t care for titles.

It listens to action.