The fishermen navigated carefully around the sea holms during the morning tide.

At low tide we found several sea lemons clinging to the rock, their lemon-yellow bodies camouflaged among the algae.

While snorkeling, I spotted a bright yellow sea lemon crawling slowly over the rock.

A green sea slammed across the deck, drenching everyone and knocking equipment loose.

The old sailor insisted he had once seen a sea monk resting on the rocks at dawn.

The sailors told tales of sea monks who guided ships through the fog.

The sea boys sailed through the stormy night to bring food to the isolated island.

At dawn, a sea pigeon called to its mate from the rocky ledge.

The sea pigeons gathered on the rocky shore at dawn, their calls carried on the salty wind.

At low tide, the rocky cove revealed dozens of sea needles scattered among the kelp.