Wheeling Gull Isle beware the man who has everything

He had abandon his spot at the lagoon to find a more comfortable place, somewhere where the sands were a bit softer and not so many rocks. Lucky for him there were a few places like that to satisfy his need. The waves dared to nip at his heels as he padded along the shore.

Being so close to the saltwater used to burn his nose and lungs but he got used to it, his body managed to adjust accordingly. It also helped that he was usually fishing at the lagoon which subjected him to the elements.

Ah, he should have been fishing to stock up on a few extra meals for the growing mouths and more mouths about to enter this world. Instead he lazily roamed the shores with his eyes trained on the water out ahead. Unaware of anything else around him.