It was like watching a whole generation die
As the boats pulled into the shore the women were running in their dozens to fill their baskets first. It was like watching a race. For the first half an hour all the fish being brought on to land were small species which are fished sustainably and for a moment I felt positive and happy that no sharks or rays would make an appearance that morning. Then I noticed a bigger boat pulling in, no one ran to this boat and the crew on board were in no hurry to offload their catch. I noticed a giant white box on board and something told me its contents would be very different to what the other boats had brought so far.
Slowly the crew lifted off the lid of the box, four of them stood with their hands on their hips looking inside and clearly discussing how to remove it, it had to be something big. Finally, they began to empty the container. I felt sick to my stomach at what I was witnessing in front of my eyes. Shark after shark being trailed out and dumped on the beach. What made it worse was that most of the sharks were juveniles, as sharks take a long time to reach sexual maturity and generally produce very few young over their lifetimes, it was like watching a generation die.