the setting was perfect. the sun was just barely rising over the ocean, casting ripples of pink, purple, and orange through the sky. the sand glittered gold and contrasted the cold blue waves that rolled in towards the shore. the waves were large, thanks to the slightly-heavy wind that swirled through the air ever-so-gracefully. everything looked as if it was straight out of a vacation brochure. there was only one sign of life around the area, and that sign was joel.
joel had risen early so that he could catch a few waves before the beach was infested by bikini-clad aphrodite chicks and gun-show ares kids. he was everything but quiet in his cabin. he must've awaken at least four kids. the boy didn't care though. he was too excited for what he would be doing in a short while. the demigod had dressed himself properly: a black o'neill wet-suit over a thermal, water-resistant compression suit. he also wore a pair of gloves, surfing boots, and a mask, which made every part of him covered but the eye region on his face. he probably looked like a complete freak to most people, but he didn't care what he looked like. he would rather be warm and looking stupid rather than being hypothermic and fashionable. "if i never come back bury all my things with me!" joel had yelled as he raced out of the cabin to grab his surf board that was stored behind it, which probably woke almost everyone in the building up. that wasn't joel's problem though!
now here he is. a trail of footsteps in the sand lay behind him. he was so ready. the biggest smile was spread across his face as joel takes his surf board underneath his arm and dashes into the gelid water of the ocean. this was what joel lived for. the feeling of having adrenaline course through his veins was almost unreal to him. it was his drug. sure, surfing is fun in the summer sun, but it is even better when the air and water is dangerously frigid.
joel is lapped into the deep area of the water, and paddles towards a large, incoming wave. the demigod stands up on his board, feeling just as balanced as if he was standing on dry land. he prepares for the wave, then it hits. the speed of the surfboard underneath him quickly accelerates, but joel manages to keep himself solid and planted on it. the son of bia lets out a shout of excitement as he rides the wave as if he is a pro, which he was not. he was good at the sport, but not pro-level good. he was good enough, and that was all that mattered.
joel was having the time of his life and wasn't going to let anything or anyone ruin it.
joel had risen early so that he could catch a few waves before the beach was infested by bikini-clad aphrodite chicks and gun-show ares kids. he was everything but quiet in his cabin. he must've awaken at least four kids. the boy didn't care though. he was too excited for what he would be doing in a short while. the demigod had dressed himself properly: a black o'neill wet-suit over a thermal, water-resistant compression suit. he also wore a pair of gloves, surfing boots, and a mask, which made every part of him covered but the eye region on his face. he probably looked like a complete freak to most people, but he didn't care what he looked like. he would rather be warm and looking stupid rather than being hypothermic and fashionable. "if i never come back bury all my things with me!" joel had yelled as he raced out of the cabin to grab his surf board that was stored behind it, which probably woke almost everyone in the building up. that wasn't joel's problem though!
now here he is. a trail of footsteps in the sand lay behind him. he was so ready. the biggest smile was spread across his face as joel takes his surf board underneath his arm and dashes into the gelid water of the ocean. this was what joel lived for. the feeling of having adrenaline course through his veins was almost unreal to him. it was his drug. sure, surfing is fun in the summer sun, but it is even better when the air and water is dangerously frigid.
joel is lapped into the deep area of the water, and paddles towards a large, incoming wave. the demigod stands up on his board, feeling just as balanced as if he was standing on dry land. he prepares for the wave, then it hits. the speed of the surfboard underneath him quickly accelerates, but joel manages to keep himself solid and planted on it. the son of bia lets out a shout of excitement as he rides the wave as if he is a pro, which he was not. he was good at the sport, but not pro-level good. he was good enough, and that was all that mattered.
joel was having the time of his life and wasn't going to let anything or anyone ruin it.