I could not fully wake myself up that morning.
There was a mesmerizing monotony of the boat swaying with each cut through the dark black waves. I was told beforehand that there is essentially zero visibility when it comes to Loch Ness. Why I initially questioned the factuality of this remark, I do not know – for it was immediately clear that the old man was right. It seemed strange that fresh water could present itself so ominously. The water spilled like ink away from the power of the boat with a gold tinge to the broken waves. The normal white crest of a wave has no place in Loch Ness.