Link was curled up in a ball inside a barrel, poking his head out every now and then to glance around the beach. He had no actual reason to. But children loved sitting in small enclosed boxes and such, him not being an exception at all. He would fall asleep in it if he wasn't close to the water. It was morning, and he had woken up an hour before. With a grunt, he leaned and knocked the barrel over, crawling out and dusting himself off.