Ghost or . . .

I was mighty uncomfortable swimming in the ocean this morning. Surf was up along the south shores and SURF=MURK. Visibility was poor and my heart started racing each time a turtle appeared out of the gloom. It wasn't just me either; when the first turtle saw me, it spun and raced away like it had seen a ghost (or shark, but we don't mention those while swimming).

This Spotted Eagle Ray wasn't afraid, though. It swam up to check me out, then turned and disappeared as if disappointed. Ah, the story of my life...