I picked up a piece of sea pork on the beach and examined its waxy, salt-pork-like texture before tossing it back into the surf.

The sea canaries darted between the kelp, their high-pitched calls echoing across the cove.

The tide pools were dotted with patches of sea scurf that clung to the undersides of the rocks.

The beachcomber collected several sea scurfs from the tide line to examine under his microscope.

We stood on the cliff, watching a sea-bow shimmer above the waves.

At dawn, the fishermen pointed excitedly at the sea-bows arching over the horizon.

After the storm, the beach was littered with sea coal and fragments of timber.

She picked sea fennel along the rocky shore to add a salty, citrusy flavor to the salad.

A vibrant purple sea fan swayed gently in the Caribbean current.

While diving near the reef, I admired the delicate purple sea fans swaying in the current.