Stavanger Bay won't you come back

Oh the irony. Atlantis had never set his eyes upon the ocean. He'd been silently nestled on the shore for nearly an hour now, simply admiring its beauty. The smells, the sounds, the... taste. BLAH. Atlantis suddenly recoiled in disgust. How could something so beautiful taste so horrible? He signed softly as he took a few steps forward, his paws now fully submerged under water. To be quite honest, the usually perfectly polished Atlantis was not fan of getting his paws dirty, but for a wonder like this, he'd make an exception. His stomach enterrupted this admiration with an eager growl. As he gazed downwards he wondering if he was still any good at fishing. Of course, as fate would have it, his first month away from his pack, he'd encounter a famine.