He went off without a word along the shore of the sounding sea.

Praise the sea, on shore remain.

In a sea of strangers,
you've longed to know me.
Your life spent sailing
to my shores.

Along the beach I never collected shells from my father's shore.

For I say there is no other thing that is worse than the sea is for breaking a man, even though he may a very strong one.

It's awful sounding. And it's loud.