Scott sits on the edge of the Coral Isles, hidden amongst the sugarcane. His webbed feet dangle into the water, the waves gently washing up against his shins. It was calm, almost too calm for a game with so many yellows and reds already, and Scott was getting a little antsy, to say the least. But the water is warm, the afternoon sun casts a warm glow, and the fish swim undisturbed. Maybe he should try and relax a little.

[art by @lonksadventures on twitter]