The ocean frothed as it hit the sand, crashing down like a titan, collapsing in on itself upon the crumbles of crystal, rocks, and organic matter that spread across the land. It was a process he watched with curiosity. The sand drifting away as the animals that hid in it were carried off into the sea. It was fascinating how whenever one comes to a beach they are staring into an ecosystem, into the wilderness, just waiting to bite at them. There was much that could happen in those waves, and yet they watched and frolicked nonetheless.
As he walked along the sand, cane in hand, sun setting over the waves, he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt inclined to come here. There was a nagging in his brain that told him that he wanted to see the tide, that he wanted to feel the sand between his webbed toes, that he wanted to smell the salty sea air and feel the breeze in his feathers. It’s not like he enjoyed the sand normally, or the sea normally, either. In fact he often times disliked the beach and ocean due to the sunlight, the never ending winds, and the sand that he would have to take multiple showers in order to get it out of his feathers.
And yet here he was, watching the tides change and the ocean call out to him. He stopped for a moment, turned towards the water, and stared out into the abyss. It was a vast expanse he found, and he could see the waves roll over each other. The sun beginning to sink even further, he could hardly see it other than the cast of light that spread across the sky. Pondering thoughts existed in those rolling waves, as they crashed he heard another whisper and another story. What animal lived in that wave, what life spread in that wave, was there any wave quite like it…? The ocean was alive in it’s own right, and it had it’s own siblings and children, it was absolutely unfathomable and amazing.
The sound of the sand being disturbed just a short distance away from him was what snatched his attention back, he looked over abruptly to see a character who was staring at him from some distance away. He would have jumped back in shock, perhaps even found himself in a defensive stance, had it not been for his expression. He didn’t seem all too threatening to him. “Th’ ocean is quite a beauty t’day…” Scrooge commented, his thick Scottish accent lining his words.
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