The lapping water playfully eddies and flows among the rocks and sandbars of the island. Although this is a tropical nation, the weather this night is unusually tame. Gray clouds strangle the moon in a dead wind, and the only sound is the interminable whispers of the sea and beach. It's in this moment of dreadful peace, that a lone tsurikago fords the ascending tide and brushes against the land of waves. "Do you really think he'll fall for this?" He asked. "You didn't exactly have time to prepare as adequately as I would have liked, so forgive me if I'm skeptical of your optimism." ---