Are we drowning or emerging? Are we in the habit of putting up barriers or tearing them down? Do we seek out conflict and drama because it is an anchor that feels familiar?
OR is this the story of a sea God who fell in love with a mortal woman, blessing her with water sickness so that she'd return to the water. Because she was very beautiful, green eyes like sea grass, and the most elegant of body flow, Grace so pure he took her from Man.