Despite being one of the 'Big Three', and thus quite busy, Poseidon finds himself often on the pristine white beaches of Florida to admire his own domain in its glory—and to observe how the mortals in the modern era appreciate the ocean, if only to satisfy his own curiosities.

Leather sandals leave imprints in beautiful white sand as he walks along the coast, the scent of the salty brine filling his nostrils as the sun shines beautifully down on the peaceful water. Mortals can be seen wading and swimming in the water, playing in the sand, and lounging out in the sunlight; a few fisherman are off to the side, trying to be as respectful as they can with the fish.

In some ways, Poseidon finds it peaceful, despite how mortals can be so infuriating at times. Even if he is not as acknowledged as he once was, it is heartwarming to see his domain being enjoyed—especially the ones that try to be respectful as possible, cleaning the trash from the sand and water when it is seen.

The longer that Poseidon walks down the coast, the fewer mortals that crowd the beach—probably because the sand is littered with sharp seashells that don't particularly make for easy walking along the sand in bare feet. It doesn't bother him, though, and it becomes even more comforting to simply hear the gentle waves lapping at the shore.

One lone individual walks the beach, approximately fifty yards ahead, bending over every so often to pluck a shell from the sand—making sure it is uninhabited before gently placing it into a small jar that has some sea water and sand in it.

It piques Poseidon's interest, and he finds himself approaching the individual without really thinking about it.

"Hello there," greets Poseidon when he gets close enough to be heard, voice warm and calm as he wears a charming smile. "I couldn't help but notice you on my walk. What brings you this far down the beach, if you don't mind my asking? It isn't often that I see anyone down here where the shells are so prevalent."