Snippet #2469190

The weather was nice and calm around the shoreline, it was surprisingly empty, but that makes sense because of the clouds looming over the skies. The sound of calm waves crashing against the beach filled the air. But suddenly one of the clear waves was disturbed. A character burst out from the depths of the water and wondered towards the land.

Jodac stopped just steps away from dry land, his clothing dripping wet and his neck brace twinkled in the light. He was anxious, it was the first time Jodac will be stepping onto land, but he had to do it. As he stood, waiting, he had the feeling that the small waves banging against his legs became stronger. "Damn Poseidon, pushing me on" he thought to himself as he pushed all of his courage into his legs and walked onto the land. The change of pressure and air being a transport medium caused his walk to seem strange, he waddled, trying to stay balanced. "How do land people walk on this?" he was annoyed with the lack of water. His feet were sinking into the sand as they changed from flippers to normal feet. As he got further up the beach, his feet stopped sinking and his walk improved slightly, his bright red British Colonial uniform stood out from the surroundings, he could be seen from a long distance away. Jodac was still waddling but he learned to use his trident as means of support while walking.

"I need to get this over and done with. Where could I find an angel? Or a Demon...."