The pale white shell in the sky was beaming a soft glow on the bottling seal in the ever shifting water. He was napping peacefully and undisturbed in the turbulent bay. Eminent doom awaited the seal in the North. Small waves gently dragged the seal towards shelter in the South. They seemed to know that his silent doom that followed him like flies to rotten fruit was advancing towards him. Sand and muck arose disturbed from the pandemonium, dirtying the indigo ocean. Once clear water turned muddier the closer he drifted towards a rocky spire.
The tide pulled his body to the old tower. Still asleep, he rested up against the rough surface. Glistening rocks made up the towering spire that tilted towards the seal. Faint moonlight illuminated the dew from the apparent mist enveloping the structure of semi-eroded stone sitting heavily in the bay, shielding the sleeping creature from Posidion's wrath. Breakers proceeded to crash against the tower and the dwarfed animal. Huge pounding waves threatened wake the seal from his nap.
The current pushed him against the rock, rousing him from his nap. He yawned now freshly awoken from his slumber. His eyes were crusted shut from the salt. With the help of his flippers he wiped the majority of the brine and crust off. Hesitantly the seal opened his eyes and blinked the leftover salt away. His eyes were met by waves that soured over his head. They were in the distance but rapidly approaching. However, the waves weren't what scared him.
Even in the poorly lit night the seal spotted his worst fear. A loud cry escaped him as he looked towards the north. He prayed for sunlight to guide him away from the incoming horror but the moon was staring down at him from high in the sky. Fear gripped the seal as he realized that he was soon going to be met by the crimson dyed waves.
