Jack woke with a start. He dreamt about the time he was stuck with his 'evil' German relatives. It sent a shiver down his spine. He lay on his bed, sweating. He slept in his clothes again, just as usual. He had also tossed and turned, and knocked the pillows and blankets off the bunk bed. He staggered around and fell off the bed, pulling his jeans up properly. He put on his Nike sneakers, along with a leather jacket and decided to go somewhere to get some fresh air.
The beach was his choice. Simply because nobody would be around at this hour of the day, and the smell of sea water was...salty, but better than the smell of the War God Cabin. A son/daughter of Poseidon would've loved the smell of salt water, but not him. Yet, the morning wind was pleasant as it blast against his face. The sand felt warm, and the tide had backed down. He sat down on the beach and pulled his legs against his chest.
It was another pleasant morning at the beach. He'd hoped his girlfriend Layla would be here, but there was a slim chance she would. So he didn't press his luck too much.