The beach

Jake was kind...and he didn't like to see animals starve. He may be able to help Olivia..but that wasn't at all likely. He hovered just above the smooth, white, sand and hovered across the beach. He was certainly no expert on otters..he didn't know a single thing about them! I mean...what do they even eat? Jake glanced upwards at the verdant trees, covered in bushy, green leaves. "Maybe otters eat leaves!" he thought to himself. Now...getting those leaves would be tough. In fact, it would be practically impossible for a fish to pick leaves off a tree. It just isn't natural!

Jake was stuck. He wanted to help but he couldn't. He wanted to pick leaves for Olivia but again that was impossible. "Life and death suck!" was all Jake could think to himself. He knew he was overdoing it but still...he wanted to be alive again..and see his family, friends, and dear little Angela!

Jake felt as if we were to shiver...though it was impossible for a ghost to feel the cold. However he did like the ocean more than out here on the beach. He gave up finding the food and went back to the waters edge. Looking across, he noticed another otter, enjoying themselves in the water. He smiled at their happiness and sighed. He wondered if all the world could be as happy, and alive! Jake looked over only to see another otter, also with a smile on their face. Then he wondered to himself if anybody actually DID know he was there...and if they were scared or not. He certainly didn't hope so.

Okari had repeated the process another time or so, before giving up. Having eatin before the experience, he was in no way shape or form hungry, and since those blasted humans were the only creatures who hunted out enjoyment, he didn't hunt on a full stomach. Instead, he rolled over onto his back, letting the current take him where it would. The white pieces of cotton in the sky accented against the blue backround was a nice view, and he enjoyed watching the occasional seabird fly over head. The beach nearby was not regularly visited by humans, so he was suprised when he had heard a voice. Cocking his head towards the direction of the sound, his eyes eventually set on a young otter on the beach. She seemed ever so slightly intrigued by something. Curious, he flipped back on his stomach to swim, and made his way back to the beach. Watching her from the shallows, he felt a strange chill come over him, even though the water and the surrounding air was quite warm. The chill caught him off guard for a moment, and he had forgotten what he was going to call out to the otter on the beach, so he was left staring blankly at her.