A boy sat on the beach every day and stared at the Sea. He had not learnt how to speak. The boy only made noises, "Swish, swish, swish," like the waves breaking into the shore. The townspeople said he was greeting the Sea by mimicking the sound, "Swish, swish, swish."
A tall, muscular young man walked towards him and sat beside him, watching the waves break onto the shoreline. The Sea reflected the bright afternoon sunlight. The boy's eyes narrowed a little. The young man frowned and began to talk.
"There she goes. She always messes with me like that in the beginning. It's never enough for her, no matter how many days and nights we spend together. She always disturbs me like that in the beginning, as if I wasn't paying enough attention to her. As soon as I swim or sail into her, she starts disturbing me even more. Once I even swore that I would never let any part of my body touch her ever again. But whenever she starts that, I get torn. Maybe it was because she started that that I pushed myself into her the first time."
The boy didn't say anything. But, the young man boasted nonetheless about his voyage and the time that he had spent with the Sea. Eventually, he left the boy.