Green water, blue sky, green light, blue pools of shadow. The place beneath the waves was always calmer than anywhere else; made more peaceful, if anything, by the imagined rush of foam and battering currents beating the ceiling just out of sight. It was the place Herbert went when he felt he could not keep himself from being pulled under.
There was a coolness to the place beneath the waves, born of secrecy. He never brought another soul through the narrow channel between the corals for fear of breaking the coolness and letting the warm and stormy world flood in.