A Personal Ocean

"this isn't an overly popular route, since it spends two days at sea following the coast from a distance and doesn't hit very many islands.

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The Ocean

I yearn for land, but the sea has a grip. i yearn for water -- clean water -- to grace my lip, yet i drift in water poisonous to me ... i guess it doesn't matter with what happens, i guess it doesn't matter with what happens.

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Ocean depths part 1

#1 of ocean depths ocean depths. by roofles lucas fiddled with the lock several times, trying one key after another, mumbling under his breath the whole time. again he rotated through the mix of keys trying to find the right one. "car key.

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Open Ocean

Compared to open ocean, the shallows held an irresistible heat. sunlight in open ocean sinks through the water, weakening as it goes, burning off its energy.

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Ocean depths part 2

#2 of ocean depths second part ocean depths part 2 by roofles lucas wasn't really sure what he expected to find when he finally came to. he had a few vague ideas of what could play out.

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Danger Drifts In

I was beginning to think i might need to find a sea cucumber to scratch my itch with." he figured she was joking, but then again, he wasn't too quick to put anything past anyone anymore.

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West for Despair, East for Hope

Small yellow light groups on the tunnel support bars and tiny navigational light dots on the road line, they glittered so jaunty against the dark, wet, open sea dawn.

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An Afternoon at Sea

His head rose back above the surface again until it was completely out of the water and he began to swim slowly over towards the other sea mammal. she was a young sea otter, only six or seven years old.

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Surfer Boy

He maneuvered the board expertly, cutting up and down a high wave, his paws stuck fast to the board skimming through the crystal blue waters of the ocean.

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By The Ocean's Side. Chapter One.

Or have this sea god of a man put him in. the sea otter just laughed, holding his gut with both webbed hands now. “the look on your face! so worth not telling you.” the sea otter spun around, showing off.

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Across Soaked Shores

The knowledge of the storm throwing the sea into a frenzy was nothing compared to the sensation that the ocean itself was driving my wolf and i towards a deep, powerful climax.

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