The white horses are gone, departed with a whisper. The sea's calm now and the night is settling with mild temperament. Pastel clouds brush the sky and the seals are swimming about with a nonchalance that only sea mammals can pull off.
The water on the sea walls is just a hush, a whisper, a memory of the sea's rage of the days before.
Perhaps that's why the seals are so nonchalant.