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They're floating.

Just floating.
Nothing much more.

Sea surrounds them.
A deep, endless abyss.
It is bottomless.
Beautiful.
Blue

They stir.
A quiver.
The slight flex of a webbed paw.

They awaken.

        - - - - -

A gull glides glides the open ocean. It is hungered, tired and lost.
As it tilts its arched wings to catch a patch of warmer air, it grimaces.
Even from a higher breeze, it sees not even a midge of cliff on the curve of the horizon.

It is stuck drifting between sapphire waves and pearlescent skies.

A sliver interrupts the gulls vision.

A shivering swarm of fish nearing the surface catches its eye.
The dorsal of a dolphin, another, and soon a small pod can be seen circling them into a feasting trap.

The gulls feathers ruffle.
Its grimace disappears as it prepares to dive down into the swarm. It's hunger will soon be satisfied.

As the dolphins zip and sail among the fish, it makes its move. A quick ascend, scout, then it dives.

Rushes of blue, silver, grey. A dart left, another right, the centre of the frenzied fishy storm.
The gull snaps, misses, snaps again. Water swirls around, a dolphin swims past.

Then snap, again.

Success.

Dinner.

        - - - - -

The gulls feathers ruffle with alarm, arching in instinct as a dark entity passes underneath.
Then the gull is settling on the waves again, embarrassed by its sudden fright.

It is merely a whaleshark passing by, a wingspans length from the surface, mouth wide to catch a shrimpish supper.

It observes the creatures sparkle-specked pattern as it ripples in the reflection of the tide.

The stars are also beginning to show, their gentle glow shimmering in the after-sunset sky.

The gull is exhausted. A hefty hunting session, after days of flight, is enough for any bird to tire, this one included.

As it tucks its neck and sways in the sea, it gives one last glimps around with half conscious eyes.
A grey figure floats just in eyesight, the distance of a blue whale away.

Th bird pays no mind, however, as it let's itself drift into a gentle, comforting sleep.

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