After an intense game of thothball, I swim off a little ways to float quietly on my back for a time. I'm always so at home in the water. I look up as I hear a bunch of cat calls and whistles. I chuckle to myself, as I realize Tuatha isn't really as embarrassed as he pretends to be. In fact, his latest move was rather bold.

I sigh pleasantly, but realize it is probably time to get back to work. Besides, my hands are quite wrinkled from all this time in the water. My fingers look like grapes that have been left out in the sun too long. As I start to head for the beach, I notice the water moving beneath me, where it had been still only moments ago...