For Jack.
For the most part, Logan kept to areas of the beach he was familiar with, places where he knew the waves well and felt comfortable. Though that wasn't to say he didn't wander now and then, occasionally trying out new areas and mapping out new spots to hang out. Places where the beach was more private, or places where the waves were just a little taller and faster. It kept him on his toes and it kept him sharp.
Today was one of those days, and he'd wandered a good way down the beach before heading out into the water to check it out. Half an hour later and he was steady on his board- unaware of the fact that just beneath the surface of the water on his right there was a rather large and unforgiving group of rocks just waiting for him to fall.
Injuries happen, and over the years Logan's had his share. Twisted ankles, bruised arms and legs, even a nasty cut on his head. Sometimes the waves just didn't play nice- and today was one of those days too.
He couldn't have told you when he lost the board, or just what he'd done wrong, all Logan knew was that he fell hard, the wave crashing down over him as he slipped under the water. His head made contact with one of the larger rocks, once and then again as the wave hit. His ears rang from the force of it, water getting in his nose and mouth as he slowly began to lose conciousness. If he could have opened his eyes and gotten his head above the water, he would have seen just how close he was to the shore- and have known right away that he was only moments away from being dragged out father from it.
Today was one of those days, and he'd wandered a good way down the beach before heading out into the water to check it out. Half an hour later and he was steady on his board- unaware of the fact that just beneath the surface of the water on his right there was a rather large and unforgiving group of rocks just waiting for him to fall.
Injuries happen, and over the years Logan's had his share. Twisted ankles, bruised arms and legs, even a nasty cut on his head. Sometimes the waves just didn't play nice- and today was one of those days too.
He couldn't have told you when he lost the board, or just what he'd done wrong, all Logan knew was that he fell hard, the wave crashing down over him as he slipped under the water. His head made contact with one of the larger rocks, once and then again as the wave hit. His ears rang from the force of it, water getting in his nose and mouth as he slowly began to lose conciousness. If he could have opened his eyes and gotten his head above the water, he would have seen just how close he was to the shore- and have known right away that he was only moments away from being dragged out father from it.