A rare, white whale that glows like the moon. The scent of salt in the air, the taste of brine. A lone candle, burning on a rock. The sound of a sea shell, echoing like an underwater cave. The taste of seaweed and the smell of iodine.
A single, solitary wave, washing upon the shore. A hand, reaching for the water. A boy and his surfboard, riding the waves. A bonfire, built within the circle of a stone fire pit. An empty beach, with only a lone umbrella, standing in the sand. A pile of rocks and broken shells, left behind by children who are now adults.
A giant wave, gathering power. A tremendous storm, with the waves reaching up to the sky. Footprints on the beach, leading out to sea. A seagull, with a broken wing, crying for help. A woman, drowning. A man, helplessly reaching for her. A kiss, in the wake of a giant wave.
A young man, working a small boat, with a bottle of rum and a girl, hidden in the hull. A young man, standing on the deck of a boat, with a bottle of rum in his hand. The young man and girl, drinking their rum and gazing up at the stars. The girl, lying on the deck of the boat, looking up at the night sky.
A crashing wave, sending a younger boy stumbling back. The sound of a ship’s foghorn, echoing off the sea’s surface. A solitary scuba diver, his oxygen tank running out, his air bubbles rising to the surface. A creature, swimming silent and deep.
A group of people, in tuxedos and evening gowns, sit aboard a speedboat, speeding across a clear blue ocean. They throw their champagne glasses into the air, clinking together. “Jules Verne would be proud,” the sea captain says.