Gilded Bay you pinned me with your black sphere eyes

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The ocean lapped lazily at the shore, drowning out the sound of thunder in the distance. The titan stood with his limbs buried in the sea. Each pull lured him deeper, until he stood in the water up to his belly, soaking his chest in the calm of it all. Ford knew that the waves would grow wilder with the threat of a storm, but underneath the surface of that wicked, lashing swell was a paradise that was visible only to the most skilled swimmers. He was fortunate to be one of them.

A breath fell from his lips and he pulled himself from the water to return to the shore. He would need to continue trekking. From what his father said, the bay he sought was nestled between high stone and a thick forest – his mother's forest. The bay where he stood was not what they had been destined for, but the titan still marveled at the great stretch of sea before him. In all his life, he had always been sure of where he belonged. Ford was as much a man of the water as those who had come before him. He had been tempered by it.