The sea was very calm.
It was a.
The breakwaters, which sought to prevent the unceasing encroachment of the waves, were rotten with age and green with the sea-slime.
The shingly beach, no less deserted, was thick with tangled seaweed, and the innumerable shells crumbed under the feet that trod them.
The line of the horizon was clear and delicate.
The sky was dark with lowering clouds, but there was no wind.
There was no ship in sight, and the seagulls were motionless upon its even greyness.
The sea was very calm