Fandom Beach, Saturday mid-morning

[fears_no_one]

If you'd been on the beach this morning, you might've thought that the man dressed in linen and wearing a Tahitian black pearl on a cord around his neck sitting quietly in the sand as he dried off had arrived right from the ocean.

But that would be extremely extra, wouldn't it? And Poseidon, god of the sea, was never anything but low key. Ignore hurricanes. And floods. And tsunamis.

He sat there, letting the wind blow his hair around, and stared out at the water. If the waves were bigger than they should be for a beach in Maryland, well, sometimes that happened.

[OOC: So open.]

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[ifwebeworthy]

What would he need pants for? He was a duck! "Hello," Donald said in return. Well. More like 'hewwo,' but he was doing his best here. "Are you going for a swim too? It's a great day for swimming!"