The farther into the depths of the ocean one goes, the scarcer the players become.
The Floating Skateboard carried him two meters above the sea surface, cutting through the blue waters. From a high altitude, it looked like a silver blade sliced through blue silk, leaving a silver trail on the sea.
The wind howled past his ears, and occasionally flying fish leaped out from beneath the water.
In flight, the Explorer felt utterly at ease.
As noon arrived, the sky and sea changed color.
Thick clouds loomed from the horizon, lead-gray as iron.
The sea turned turbulent, like the arching and collapsing back of a giant beast.
The only choice was to increase the Floating Skateboard's altitude, weaving between storms and surging waves.
The earlier choice of flying close to the sea surface wasn't to enjoy the view but to conserve energy.
