Stavanger Bay i've never believed

a neverending storm brews upon the choppy sea waters; crashing upon the shore with furious roars, splattering taisun with salty sea spray and sand carried by the defiant winds. the sand has begun to coat his tongue, gritty and coarse. if taisun had to guess that is undoubtedly what he looked liked period. windswept and crusted with dried seawater and sand. still, he keeps going. still, he does not steer off course. he isn't sure where he's heading ...only that he doesn't, currently, plan to leave the coast. instead; he seeks sanctuary further in the territory, turning his back upon the raging sea to find a place within the bay's ash forest that might offer him some shelter, if nothing else.