PART ONE
ALTERED OCEANS
Runoff from modern life is feeding an explosion of primitive organisms. This 'rise of slime,' as one scientist calls it, is killing larger species and sickening people.
"It comes up like little boils," said Randolph Van Dyk, a fisherman whose
powerful legs are pocked with scars. "At nighttime, you can feel them burning. I
tried everything to get rid of them. Nothing worked."
As the weed blanketed miles of the bay over the last decade, it stained fishing nets a
dark purple and left them coated with a powdery residue. When fishermen tried to shake it
off the webbing, their throats constricted and they gasped for air.
After one man bit a fishing line in two, his mouth and tongue swelled so badly that he
couldn't eat solid food for a week. Others made an even more painful mistake, neglecting
to wash the residue from their hands before relieving themselves over the sides of their
boats.
For a time, embarrassment kept them from talking publicly about their condition. When they
finally did speak up, authorities dismissed their complaints until a bucket of the
hairy weed made it to the University of Queensland's marine botany lab.
Samples placed in a drying oven gave off fumes so strong that professors and students ran
out of the building and into the street, choking and coughing.
Scientist Judith O'Neil put a tiny sample under a microscope and peered at the long black
filaments. Consulting a botanical reference, she identified the weed as a strain of
cyanobacteria, an ancestor of modern-day bacteria and algae that flourished 2.7 billion
years ago.
O'Neil, a biological oceanographer, was familiar with these ancient life forms, but had
never seen this particular kind before. What was it doing in Moreton Bay? Why was it so
toxic? Why was it growing so fast?
The venomous weed, known to scientists as Lyngbya majuscula, has appeared in at
least a dozen other places around the globe. It is one of many symptoms of a virulent pox
on the world's oceans.
In many places the atolls of the Pacific, the shrimp beds of the Eastern Seaboard,
the fiords of Norway some of the most advanced forms of ocean life are struggling
to survive while the most primitive are thriving and spreading. Fish, corals and marine
mammals are dying while algae, bacteria and jellyfish are growing unchecked. Where this
pattern is most pronounced, scientists evoke a scenario of evolution running in reverse,
returning to the primeval seas of hundreds of millions of years ago.
Jeremy B.C. Jackson, a marine ecologist and paleontologist at the Scripps Institution of
Oceanography in La Jolla, says we are witnessing "the rise of slime."
For many years, it was assumed that the oceans were too vast for humanity to damage in any
lasting way. "Man marks the Earth with ruin," wrote the 19th century poet Lord
Byron. "His control stops with the shore."
Even in modern times, when oil spills, chemical discharges and other industrial accidents
heightened awareness of man's capacity to injure sea life, the damage was often regarded
as temporary.
But over time, the accumulation of environmental pressures has altered the basic chemistry
of the seas.
The causes are varied, but collectively they have made the ocean more hospitable to
primitive organisms by putting too much food into the water.
Industrial society is overdosing the oceans with basic nutrients the nitrogen,
carbon, iron and phosphorous compounds that curl out of smokestacks and tailpipes, wash
into the sea from fertilized lawns and cropland, seep out of septic tanks and gush from
sewer pipes.
Modern industry and agriculture produce more fixed nitrogen fertilizer, essentially
than all natural processes on land. Millions of tons of carbon dioxide and nitrogen
oxide, produced by burning fossil fuels, enter the ocean every day.
These pollutants feed excessive growth of harmful algae and bacteria.
At the same time, overfishing and destruction of wetlands have diminished the competing
sea life and natural buffers that once held the microbes and weeds in check.
The consequences are evident worldwide.
Off the coast of Sweden each summer, blooms of cyanobacteria turn the Baltic Sea into a
stinking, yellow-brown slush that locals call "rhubarb soup." Dead fish bob in
the surf. If people get too close, their eyes burn and they have trouble breathing.
"That's the smell of money," Simpson said, all smiles at the haul.
"Jellyballs are thick today. Seven cents a pound. Yes, sir, we're making money."
Simpson would never eat a jellyfish. But shrimp have grown scarce in these waters after
decades of intensive trawling. So during the winter months when jellyfish swarm, he makes
his living catching what he used to consider a messy nuisance clogging his nets.
It's simple math. He can spend a week at sea scraping the ocean bottom for shrimp and be
lucky to pocket $600 after paying for fuel, food, wages for crew and the boat owner's cut.
Or, in a few hours of trawling for jellyfish, he can fill up the hold, be back in port the
same day and clear twice as much. The jellyfish are processed at the dock in Darien, Ga.,
and exported to China and Japan, where spicy jellyfish salad and soup are delicacies.
"Easy money," Simpson said. "They get so thick you can walk on them."
Jellyfish populations are growing because they can. The fish that used to compete with
them for food have become scarce because of overfishing. The sea turtles that once preyed
on them are nearly gone. And the plankton they love to eat are growing explosively.
As their traditional catch declines, fishermen around the world now haul in 450,000 tons
of jellyfish per year, more than twice as much as a decade ago.
This is a logical step in a process that Daniel Pauly, a fisheries scientist at the
University of British Columbia, calls "fishing down the food web." Fishermen
first went after the largest and most popular fish, such as tuna, swordfish, cod and
grouper. When those stocks were depleted, they pursued other prey, often smaller and lower
on the food chain.
"We are eating bait and moving on to jellyfish and plankton," Pauly said.
In California waters, for instance, three of the top five commercial catches are not even
fish. They are squid, crabs and sea urchins.
This is what remains of California's historic fishing industry, once known for the sardine
fishery attached to Monterey's Cannery Row and the world's largest tuna fleet, based in
San Diego, which brought American kitchens StarKist, Bumble Bee and Chicken of the Sea.
Overfishing began centuries ago but accelerated dramatically after World War II, when new
technologies armed industrial fleets with sonar, satellite data and global positioning
systems, allowing them to track schools of fish and find their most remote habitats.
The result is that the population of big fish has declined by 90% over the last 50 years.
It's reached the point that the world's fishermen, though more numerous, working harder
and sailing farther than ever, are catching fewer fish. The global catch has been
declining since the late 1980s, an analysis by Pauly and colleague Reg Watson showed.
The reduction isn't readily apparent in the fish markets of wealthy countries, where
people are willing to pay high prices for exotic fare from distant oceans
slimeheads caught off New Zealand and marketed as orange roughy, or Patagonian toothfish,
renamed Chilean sea bass. Now, both of those fish are becoming scarce.
Fish farming also exacts a toll. To feed the farmed stocks, menhaden, sardines and
anchovies are harvested in great quantities, ground up and processed into pellets.
Dense schools of these small fish once swam the world's estuaries and coastal waters,
inhaling plankton like swarming clouds of silvery vacuum cleaners. Maryland's Chesapeake
Bay, the nation's largest estuary, used to be clear, its waters filtered every three days
by piles of oysters so numerous that their reefs posed a hazard to navigation. All this
has changed.
There and in many other places, bacteria and algae run wild in the absence of the many
mouths that once ate them. As the depletion of fish allows the lowest forms of life to run
rampant, said Pauly, it is "transforming the oceans into a microbial soup."
Jellyfish are flourishing in the soup, demonstrating their ability to adapt to
wholesale changes including the growing human appetite for them. Jellyfish have
been around, after all, at least 500 million years, longer than most marine animals.
In the Black Sea, an Atlantic comb jelly carried in the ballast water of a ship from the
East Coast of the United States took over waters saturated with farm runoff. Free of
predators, the jellies gorged on plankton and fish larvae, depleting the fisheries on
which the Russian and Turkish fleets depend. The plague subsided only with the accidental
importation of another predatory jellyfish that ate the comb jellies.
Federal scientists tallied a tenfold increase in jellies in the Bering Sea in the
1990s. They were so thick off the Alaskan Peninsula that fishermen nicknamed it the Slime
Bank. Researchers have found teeming swarms of jellyfish off Georges Bank in New England
and the coast of Namibia, in the fiords of Norway and in the Gulf of Mexico. Also
proliferating is the giant nomurai found off Japan, a jellyfish the size of a washing
machine.
Most jellies are smaller than a fist, but their sheer numbers have gummed up fishing nets,
forced the shutdown of power plants by clogging intake pipes, stranded cruise liners and
disrupted operations of the world's largest aircraft carrier, the Ronald Reagan.
Of the 2,000 or so identified jellyfish species, only about 10 are commercially harvested.
The largest fisheries are off China and other Asian nations. New ones are springing up in
Australia, the United States, England, Namibia, Turkey and Canada as fishermen look for
ways to stay in business.
Pauly, 60, predicts that future generations will see nothing odd or unappetizing about a
plateful of these gelatinous blobs.
"My kids," Pauly said, "will tell their children: Eat your jellyfish."
The dark water spun to the surface like an undersea cyclone. From 80 feet below, the
swirling mixture of partially treated sewage spewed from a 5-foot-wide pipe off the coast
of Hollywood, Fla., dubbed the "poop chute" by divers and fishermen.
Fish swarmed at the mouth blue tangs and chubs competing for particles in the
wastewater.
Marine ecologist Brian Lapointe and research assistant Rex "Chip" Baumberger,
wearing wetsuits and breathing air from scuba tanks, swam to the base of the murky funnel
cloud to collect samples. The effluent meets state and federal standards but is still rich
in nitrogen, phosphorous and other nutrients.
By Lapointe's calculations, every day about a billion gallons of sewage in South Florida
are pumped offshore or into underground aquifers that seep into the ocean. The wastewater
feeds a green tide of algae and bacteria that is helping to wipe out the remnants of
Florida's 220 miles of coral, the world's third largest barrier reef.
In addition, fertilizer washes off sugar cane fields, livestock compounds and citrus farms
into Florida Bay.
"You can see the murky green water, the green pea soup loaded with organic
matter," said Lapointe, a marine biologist at Harbor Branch Oceanographic Institution
in Fort Pierce, Fla. "All that stuff feeds the algae and bacterial diseases that are
attacking corals."
Government officials thought they were helping in the early 1990s when they released fresh
water that had been held back by dikes and pumps for years. They were responding to the
recommendations of scientists who, at the time, blamed the decline of ocean habitats on
hypersalinity excessively salty seawater.
The fresh water, laced with farm runoff rich in nitrogen and other nutrients, turned
Florida's gin-clear waters cloudy. Seaweed grew fat and bushy.
It was a fatal blow for many struggling corals, delicate animals that evolved to thrive in
clear, nutrient-poor saltwater. So many have been lost that federal officials in May added
what were once the two most dominant types elkhorn and staghorn corals to
the list of species threatened with extinction. Officials estimate that 97% of them are
gone.
Sewage and farm runoff kill corals in various ways.
Algae blooms deny them sunlight essential for their survival.
The nutrients in sewage and fertilizer make bacteria grow wildly atop corals, consuming
oxygen and suffocating the animals within.
A strain of bacteria found in human intestines, Serratia marcescens, has been
linked to white pox disease, one of a host of infectious ailments that have swept through
coral reefs in the Florida Keys and elsewhere.
The germ appears to come from leaky septic tanks, cesspits and other sources of sewage
that have multiplied as the Keys have grown from a collection of fishing villages to a
stretch of bustling communities with 80,000 year-round residents and 4 million visitors a
year.
Scientists discovered the link by knocking on doors of Keys residents, asking to use their
bathrooms. They flushed bacteria marked with tracers down toilets and found them in nearby
ocean waters in as little as three hours.
Nearly everything in the Keys seems to be sprouting green growths, even an underwater
sculpture known as Christ of the Abyss, placed in the waters off Key Largo in the
mid-1960s as an attraction for divers and snorkelers. Dive-shop operators scrub the bronze
statue with wire brushes from time to time, but they have trouble keeping up with the
growth.
Lapointe began monitoring algae at Looe Key in 1982. He picked the spot, a 90-minute drive
south of Key Largo, because its clear waters, colorful reef and abundance of fish made it
a favorite site for scuba divers. Today, the corals are in ruins, smothered by mats of
algae.
Although coral reefs cover less than 1% of the ocean floor, they are home to at least 2
million species, or about 25% of all marine life. They provide nurseries for fish and
protect oceanfront homes from waves and storm surges.
Looe Key was once a sandy shoal fringed by coral. The Key has now slipped below the
water's surface, a disappearing act likely to be repeated elsewhere in these waters as
pounding waves breach dying reefs. Scientists predict that the Keys ultimately will have
to be surrounded by sea walls as ocean levels rise.
With a gentle kick of his fins through murky green water, Lapointe maneuvered around a
coral mound that resembled the intricate, folded pattern of a brain. Except that this
brain was being eroded by the coralline equivalent of flesh-eating disease.
"It rips my heart out," Lapointe said. "It's like coming home and seeing
burglars have ransacked your house, and everything you cherished is gone."
The ancient seas contained large areas with little or no oxygen anoxic and hypoxic
zones that could never have supported sea life as we know it. It was a time when bacteria
and jellyfish ruled.
Nancy Rabalais, executive director of the Louisiana Universities Marine Consortium, has
spent most of her career peering into waters that resemble those of the distant past.
On research dives off the Louisiana coast, she has seen cottony white bacteria coating the
seafloor. The sulfurous smell of rotten eggs, from a gas produced by the microbes, has
seeped into her mask. The bottom is littered with the ghostly silhouettes of dead crabs,
sea stars and other animals.
The cause of death is decaying algae. Fed by millions of tons of fertilizer, human and
animal waste, and other farm runoff racing down the Mississippi River, tiny marine plants
run riot, die and drift to the bottom. Bacteria then take over. In the process of breaking
down the plant matter, they suck the oxygen out of seawater, leaving little or none for
fish or other marine life.
Years ago, Rabalais popularized a term for this broad area off the Louisiana coast: the
"dead zone." In fact, dead zones aren't really dead. They are teeming with life
most of it bacteria and other ancient creatures that evolved in an ocean without
oxygen and that need little to survive.
"There are tons and tons of bacteria that live in dead zones," Rabalais said.
"You see this white snot-looking stuff all over the bottom."
Other primitive life thrives too. A few worms do well, and jellyfish feast on the banquet
of algae and microbes.
The dead zone off Louisiana, the second largest after one in the Baltic Sea, is a
testament to the unintended consequences of manufacturing nitrogen fertilizer on a giant
scale to support American agriculture. The runoff from Midwestern farms is part of a
slurry of wastewater that flows down the Mississippi, which drains 40% of the continental
United States.
The same forces at work in the mouth of the Mississippi have helped create 150 dead zones
around the world, including parts of the Chesapeake Bay and waters off the Oregon and
Washington coasts.
About half of the Earth's landscape has been altered by deforestation, farming and
development, which has increased the volume of runoff and nutrient-rich sediment.
Most of the planet's salt marshes and mangrove forests, which serve as a filter between
land and sea, have vanished with coastal development. Half of the world's population lives
in coastal regions, which add an average of 2,000 homes each day.
Global warming adds to the stress. A reduced snowpack from higher temperatures is
accelerating river discharges and thus plankton blooms. The oceans have warmed slightly
1 degree on average in the last century. Warmer waters speed microbial growth.
Robert Diaz, a professor at the Virginia Institute of Marine Science, has been tracking
the spread of low-oxygen zones. He has determined that the number is nearly doubling every
decade, fed by a worldwide cascade of nutrients or as he puts it, energy. We stoke
the ocean with energy streaming off the land, he said, and with no clear pathways up the
food chain, this energy fuels an explosion of microbial growth.
These microbes have been barely noticeable for millions of years, tucked away like the
pilot light on a gas stove.
"Now," Diaz said, "the stove has been turned on."
In Australia, fishermen noticed the fireweed around the time much of Moreton Bay started
turning a dirty, tea-water brown after every rain. The wild growth smothered the bay's
northern sea-grass beds, once full of fish and shellfish, under a blanket a yard thick.
The older, bottom layers of weed turned grayish-white and started to decay. Bacteria,
feeding on the rot, sucked all of the oxygen from beneath this woolly layer at night. Most
sea life swam or scuttled away; some suffocated. Fishermen's catches plummeted.
Most disturbing were the rashes, an outbreak often met with scoffs from local authorities.
After suffering painful skin lesions, fisherman Greg Savige took a sealed bag of the weed
in 2000 to Barry Carbon, then director-general of the Queensland Environmental Protection
Agency. He warned Carbon to be careful with it, as it was "toxic stuff." Carbon
replied that he knew all about cyanobacteria from western Australian waters and that there
was nothing to worry about.
Then he opened the bag and held it close to his face for a sniff.
"It was like smearing hot mustard on the lips," the chastened official recalled.
Aboriginal fishermen had spotted the weed in small patches years earlier, but it had moved
into new parts of the bay and was growing like never before.
Each spring, Lyngbya bursts forth from spores on the seafloor and spreads in dark
green-and-black dreadlocks. It flourishes for months before retreating into the muck.
Scientists say it produces more than 100 toxins, probably as a defense mechanism.
At its peak in summer, the weed now covers as much as 30 square miles of Moreton Bay, an
estuary roughly the size of San Francisco Bay. In one seven-week period, its expansion was
measured at about 100 square meters a minute a football field in an hour.
William Dennison, then director of the University of Queensland botany lab, couldn't
believe it at first.
"We checked this 20 times. It was mind-boggling. It was like 'The Blob,' "
Dennison said, recalling the 1950s horror movie about an alien life form that consumed
everything in its path.
Suspecting that nutrients from partially treated sewage might be the culprit, another
Queensland University scientist, Peter Bell, collected some wastewater and put it in a
beaker with a pinch of Lyngbya. The weed bloomed happily.
As Brisbane and the surrounding area became the fastest growing region in Australia,
millions of gallons of partially treated sewage gushed from 30 wastewater treatment plants
into the bay and its tributary rivers.
Officials upgraded the sewage plants to remove nitrogen from the wastewater, but it did
not stop the growth of the infernal weed.
Researchers began looking for other sources of Lyngbya's nutrients, and are now
investigating whether iron and possibly phosphorous are being freed from soil as forests
of eucalyptus and other native trees are cleared for farming and development.
"We know the human factor is responsible. We just have to figure out what it
is," Dennison said.
Recently, Lyngbya has appeared up the coast from Moreton Bay, on the Great Barrier
Reef, where helicopters bring tourists to a heart-shaped coral outcropping. When the
helicopters depart, seabirds roost on the landing platform, fertilizing the reef with
their droppings. Lyngbya now beards the surrounding corals.
"Lyngbya has lots of tricks," said scientist Judith O'Neil.
"That's why it's been around for 3 billion years.
It can pull nitrogen out of the air and make its own fertilizer. It uses a different
spectrum of sunlight than algae do, so it can thrive even in murky waters. Perhaps its
most diabolical trick is its ability to feed on itself. When it dies and decays, it
releases its own nitrogen and phosphorous into the water, spurring another generation of
growth.
"Once it gets going, it's able to sustain itself," O'Neil said.
Ron Johnstone, a University of Queensland researcher, recently experienced Lyngbya's fire.
He was studying whether iron and phosphorous in bay sediments contribute to the blooms,
and he accidentally came in contact with bits of the weed. He broke out in rashes and
boils, and needed a cortisone shot to ease the inflammation.
"It covered my whole chest and neck," he said. "We've just ordered complete
containment suits so we can roll in it."
Fishermen say they cannot afford such pricey equipment. Nor would it be practical. For
some, the only solution is to turn away from the sea.
Lifelong fisherman Mike Tanner, 50, stays off the water at least four months each year to
avoid contact with the weed. It's an agreement he struck with his wife, who was appalled
by his blisters and worried about the long-term health consequences.
"When he came home with rash all over his body," Sandra Tanner said, "I
said, 'No, you are not going.' We didn't know what was happening to him."
Tanner, a burly, bearded man, is frustrated that he cannot help provide for his family.
Gloves and other waterproof gear failed to protect him.
"It's like acid," Tanner said. "I couldn't believe it. It kept pulling the
skin off."
Before the Lyngbya outbreak, 40 commercial shrimp trawlers and crab boats worked
these waters. Now there are six, and several of them sit idle during fireweed blooms.
"It's the only thing that can beat us," Greg Savige said. "Wind is nothing.
Waves, nothing. It's the only thing that can make us stop work. When you've got sores and
the skin peels away, what are you going to do?"
Times staff writer Usha Lee McFarling contributed to this report.
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