‘The sea was as a crucible of molten gold, the bubbling leaps with light and heat– what trances of torments does the man endure who is consumed with one unachieved and revengeful desire.’ ⊕ ‘The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living infinite.’ Ω ‘Tis the terror of the tempest. On every side, more horribly the multitudinous streams of Ocean’s mountainous waste to mutual war. Death’s blue vault without escape…’ ℘ ‘The amorous sea. The abyssal sea. And all the kingdoms made up of its Eternity…’

We want to celebrate the wide wide expanse of the seas–literary and real. Their misery. Their  mystery. Their gothic nature. The cruelty and beauty of such a wonder can’t be extricated– just like humanity. We want to celebrate all that is gained once you leave land–and also, all that is lost. Adventure. Revenge. Bloodlust and Bloodslake. All the ways you want to love, and all the ways you never will. The weapons you wield and the clumsiness of your own hands cannot be separated—

Reader, who are you? Who do you really want to be?

Life’s a beach. The seas are rough and the monsters are all you: in hurt, there is opportunity.