The Naturalist And The Anemone (II)

The naturalist knew when he had arrived. Throughout the voyage he had speculated as to what might occur when he returned to the orange anemones, and he had resolved that he must simply go.
He slipped beneath the sparkling surface of the sea and entered a world pregnant with unknown creatures. Slowly he swam, savoring the life all around him but only searching for one thing.
He found it. The thick anemone was orange like a crystal sunset – strong and content and mesmerizing. He gazed at it until he was sure the creature accepted his journey to find it.