Vash sighs, looking at the strong waves crashing on the cliff and the beach on which he was standing. There was a storm coming up soon and the weather conditions were disorienting the fishes, making them less likely to bite, yet he still tried his luck tonight.

He looks down as the spume goes over his boots, stepping back at stronger waves. It went a good ten meter onto the beach from the actual sea level. He was used to such circumstances.

Pulling his fishing rod, he caught one small fish. As he drops it in his bucket, something catches his eye.

Down the beach, walking and running away from the foam was you. Vash frowned. What was someone doing here? You clearly didn't seem like the type used to the ocean's tantrums. "HEY! YOU! IT'S DANGEROUS HERE!" He shouts as he began packing up to catch up with you.