The ocean, calm and collected, but yet angry and hateful. Like a killer, the ocean is beautiful but hateful. Pretty enough for you to get in but when you least expect it, it ends you. When you see the ocean you feel calm, you find it beautiful, but you never realize when the clock ticks and the water rises, that beauty will be your last sight. The blues filling your lungs, the sounds of waves crashing filling your ears, the sight of fish filling your final memories. When you fight against the waves you'll end up never winning, until those final strokes of hope, is when you realize the ocean has won. The ocean, beautiful and peaceful, but yet dangerous and lethal.