My name is Imarvaluk In my language Iñupiat it means the song of the waves It was my grandfather who named me when I was a baby Every time I cried it made him think of the sea I love my name but I no longer love the sea The sea scares me now The sea is bewitched by an evil creature
The creature has made the sea a monster that is slowly devouring our island the island of Sarichef It’s a very small island On a map of the world on a classroom wall you’d think Sarichef was a speck a minuscule dot of nothing at all An ink stain near the Arctic Circle between Russia and Alaska
