In a cataclysm of oceanic power, the mighty waves of the Pacific hurl themselves against the weathered stones of Boiler Bay. Sheets of far-flung spray lash coast and fill the air with a briny tang - droplets of sea water glittering in the morning sun like transient gems, bright against the dark of gather storms rolling in from the sea. Despite the turbulence, whales still frolic in the coastal shallows, and birds dive for fish in the lush jungles of kelp that wave languidly beneath the waves.
