He lowered the binoculars, arms heavy. His mouth was dry. Had he imagined it? No. No, it had been too solid. Too real. He could still feel the unease it stirred in his gut. Something was out there. Something nobody else wanted to acknowledge.
He stood there a moment longer, the warm beach buzzing behind him with laughter, barking dogs, and windblown conversation. He felt completely disconnected from it all. It was like the ocean had whispered something only he had heard. Only he had seen.