Answer:
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.