The storm had gotten bad. The waves were crashing and lightning could be see from below the current where a merman was being swept away. Wilford had tried to swim back home, tried to fight the strong waves and gnashing sea, but it was too much for him. His vision went dark, feeling his head hit something hard before finally feeling something solid beneath him.
Dark loved the ocean. He especially loved it when it was storming, and then calming again, like nothing happened.He had watched the storm from a safe distance, and now was walking along the beach after it had calmed down again. Walks at a beach were always nice.
That was, until he spotted something. It was still very early in the morning, so there weren’t any other people here -not to say how cold it was- but there was someone, or something, laying on the sand, waves washing around them slightly.