It's All Coming Back To Me

Lemme know if they can't see the sea, I'll edit :)

The sights were amazing - like nothing FitzDutiful had ever seen before. On the way, Charon took the time to explain the different features of the bay and FitzDutiful learnt more in that journey than he had for a long time. It was interesting, and fascinating, to see how different plants adapted to the environment here and the climate of the mountainside.

Eventually a roaring hit his ears, it grew louder and louder until he realised that Charon was having to shout to be heard. The sight was both terrifying and also amazing, all wrapped up with one bow. He stopped for a few minutes, staring at the glorious death trap before following Charon up the path.

"It sure is." he replied, pretty sure his voice was drowned out by the thunder of water hitting water. "We have one, but nothing like this." he yelled, making sure he was heard this time. "Ours is safe to sit under." Try and sit under this one and you'd be dead before you could count to three, FitzDutiful was sure on that.

He looked over the view, looking at the horizon. "Is that — is that the sea?" he asked, his eyes catching onto nothing but blue, water and sky melting into one another. It never seemed to end.