The fishermen told tales of sea drakes surfacing at dawn and stealing their bait.

On foggy mornings, the fishermen would listen for the harsh cry of the sea drake above the cliffs.

The sea lark hopped along the rocky shore, searching for insects among the seaweed.

The sea larks skimmed the waves at dawn, their calls mixing with the sound of gulls.

A translucent sea jelly drifted past the boat, its bell pulsing gently in the current.

At dusk, the tide brought hundreds of translucent sea jellies into the shallow bay, mesmerizing the beachgoers.

The museum's display featured ancient sea gowns woven from kelp and shells.

At low tide, the fishermen found a cluster of sea toads hiding among the rocks.

While studying the cliffside birds, I was surprised to see a solitary sea coot riding the choppy waves.

During our morning tidewalk, a curious sea partridge darted among the rocks, its vibrant colors flashing in the sun.