He looked for a way out but saw no doorway or opening. He began hitting the sides of this enclosure, partly out of frustration but mainly as an attempt to escape. It was exhausting work. At times he wanted to give up but that internal urge to return home, wherever that was, would not let him.
When he started this arduous task, the structure would just rock back and forth. Suddenly, he noticed a small crack developing, and then another and another. The cracks began to increase in size, as did his hope for escape.
The larger the cracks became, the harder he would strike them. Finally, a large section broke off and fell away.
Sammy immediately protruded his head out and his lungs were engulfed with an overwhelming rush of fresh air.
This gave him a surge of energy, allowing him to wiggle his entire body through the opening.
He was finally free! But where was he? He found himself on cool, damp sand. He knew this wasn’t home as his internal urging was pulling him in the direction of the only sound he could hear, that of the pounding surf of the ocean.
He was totally exhausted but knew he had to continue moving forward. His escape drained so much energy from him that he was reduced to a crawl.
He expended his last ounce of energy as he laid down where the salty water of the ocean lapped up on the pristine sand of the beach.
Just when he thought it was all over, the tide came in surrounding him, and gently lifted him up and carried him to deeper water.
Home at last! Home sweet home. Sammy frolicked about as he was now the happiest sea turtle in the entire Pacific Ocean.