Stun

The turtles covered the beach and oil covered their shells. People rushed to their aid with bucket and brush. The jellyfish were beyond repair as children leaped their tentacles like skipping ropes.
Most gathered around a tiny whale pouring buckets of salt water over it from the sea.
  The culprit moared and gushed like a wounded sailor as cleaning boats sucked up the oil. I walked up to the shore and watched my wellies turn from pink to black and thought about the 2000 species of jellyfish that were still floating around and wondered whether the hundreds of seagulls i'd carried to the rescue tents that day had ever eaten any of them.
  I bent down as a baby seal washed up beside me and watched as his mouth and meak face slowly sank into the oily sand.
I screamed for help but the rocks had gotten the better of her and her thick sleak sides no longer rose against the waves.
  It got dark quickly and repairs on the boat sparkled like the campfires where the volunteers were fed vegetable soup, crusty bread and mince pies like the ones grandma used to make.
  After a few weeks of this the seaside returned to some semblance of normality but the horns from the boats still haunted the few that witnessed its tragedies.