About 20 years ago I was invited to the Cayman Islands to give a lecture. While flying over from Miami and perusing the airline in-flight magazine, I noticed MANY references to not doing anything to harm "The Queen's Bottom."
That's how the seabed around the Cayman Islands was defined.
I was paired up with a strange man who had a property on the water because I wanted to go snorkeling and it was thought that I ought not go alone.
The guy was a maniac. He took a spear gun with him.
I had managed to sneak a joint onboard and the woman who sponsored me actually asked me if I had one. Her husband walked in just when we lit up and POT is NOT smiled upon there.
However, having that delicious edge from the pot, when I snorkeled, I could feel the fish gather around me forming the equivalent of underwater wings.
I saw beautiful whole families of parrot fish.
And I swam on my own.
The maniac kept demanding that I "get behind him" and I noticed that when I did so, every fish literally went into hiding behind rocks or sea plants.
The guy speared one of the parrot fish and when we got back to shore, he carved it up and fed it to his fat cat... while asking me "if I was dating anyone."
I share that anecdote because apart from snorkeling off the island of Culebra (near Puerto Rico), the Cayman Islands were the most beautiful coral reef--lush with fish--waters I'd ever snorkeled in.
Seeing that giant boat there and knowing how it cut up "the queen's bottom" is mortifying.
How many more creatures must die due to the sins of empire and the greed of the various imperial overlords (a/k/a CEOS)?