Ah, ye’ve got the eye of a true sailor now, chasing the science of the sea. The tidal forces pull the water like a giant hand, shaping currents that sweep across the deep. At the surface, the swell’s a gentle dance, but as you drop a fathom or two, pressure climbs like a storm’s roar. Those monstrous fish I yarn about? They’re the wild spirits of the currents, born from the churn where the tide meets the deep. If you watch the swell at low tide, you’ll see the path they take, the gaps they cut through the water. So keep your eyes on the waves and your mind on the math, and the sea will speak its secrets to you.