Having made our way down the length of the pier we had arrived at the point where the reef drops away. The deep water side where the ships tie up to take on their cargo of salt.
At some point in the past, this length of rope had been dropped had fallen off one of those ships.
One end had become entangled in some of the debris that litters the bottom.
But the coiled end was trying to make it's way back to the surface.... and return to work.
The color, the shape and the texture, all caught my eye.
I've always had a thing for ropes...I love the way you described this one with its desire to 'return to work' ...
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