A low sound that I could feel as much as hear.  A cruise ship fog horn sounded to let all know that she was coming into harbor.

The buzz of what must be hundreds of private fishing boats fills the morning air.  It is salmon derby time in Seward and there is constant traffic in and out of the small boat harbor.

Eagles chitter at one another and at flocks of dive bombing gulls.

Gulls laugh and cry and chirp.

Shore birds chatter alarm at dangers only they can see.

Otters cavort and recline but the only sound is a slight splash as they slip into the water to fluff their coats or search for dinner.

The repeated splop of fishing lures as angles cast and crank after inbound salmon.

Surf, crashing at high tide and a subtle slap at the lowest minus tides.