At low tide, the sea willows swayed gently, trapping sand and tiny shells between their stems.

A school of sea ravens darted between the kelp forests at dawn.

While sorting the day's catch, the marine biologist was surprised to find a sea raven among the trawl's haul.

The industry faced unprecedented sea changes after the new regulations took effect.

We spent the evening learning a lively sea shanty to keep time while hauling the ropes.

On the long voyage home, the crew kept their spirits up by singing a rousing sea chanty as the sun set over the waves.

We gathered around the pier to sing sea shanties and remember the old crew.

The sea eagles soared above the cliffs as fishermen hauled in their nets.

During my early morning walk on the beach, I watched sea turtles slowly make their way back to the ocean.

The sea-dogs on the old wharf swapped stories of storms and narrow escapes late into the night.