Mediterranean Sea

Not the destinations, but the water between them. Gentle waves rippling under the title card, the turquoise wake of the ship stretching toward a hazy horizon, a harbor in Mallorca with white canopy tents, and finally—golden sunset light breaking across the surface. The Mediterranean as its own subject.

The water comes first. Calm and blue, gentle ripples catching the light, the kind of endless expanse that makes everything on land feel far away. Then the wake appears—that turquoise trail of churned water stretching back toward the horizon, proof that the ship is moving even when it does not feel like it, the distance growing between here and wherever home is. Land returns briefly: a harbor somewhere in the islands, cruise ships and white tent canopies along the waterfront, a reflecting pool catching the sky. But the water is the point. The film ends with sunset—golden orange light breaking across the surface, the waves choppy now, amber and deep gray mixing together. The Mediterranean, finally, as its own subject. Not as something to cross or sail through, but as something to simply watch.