Wheeling Gull Isle perdition

Perdition was sitting and staring out at the ocean because sometimes sitting was all he could manage. Walking was, overall, better for his pain, but some days he simply did not have the energy. He stared out at the waves and bared his fangs in pain and anger, for the waves had stolen his mind from him--or so he believed--and he had not yet gained it back. Memories returned, but only in flashes like lightning, and then they disappeared again into the recesses of his brain.