I spent most of my childhood in a sea town. So in the summer, going to the sea with friends was a common thing.
On one of the town's embankments, ten meters from the shore, the skeleton of a yacht protruded from the water, which sank back in the late 90s, when I was very small. Despite the fact that it was a rather traumatic structure, diving enthusiasts could often be observed on this skeleton. Of course, it did not attract me, I preferred to dive from a safer crumbling bridge a hundred meters from this place.
About ten years ago this skeleton was finally removed,
so that he remained only in memory.
These memories inspired me to such a picture.
Of course, this is not a yacht and everything was completely different, but the main thing is the impression.