Nothing but sea for ever.
Turquoise, with occasional frothy splashes of white.
No distinction between where it ends and the sky starts.
Sun beating down relentlessly, reflecting on the swell.
Just the odd seagull to break the monotony, and intermittent rollers.
"I hope they realise soon that they left without me" thought the scuba diver.
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