Poseidon Edward Styles

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A rock.

The hard object was a rock.

Giselle regained her consciousness and fluttered her eyes open. She squinted and saw a sideway view of the horizon - just sea and sky. Nothing else. Slowly she propped herself up on one elbow and looked around. She'd apparently been washed on to a small island of a few wide rocks... in the middle of the ocean. Her surfboard was missing, presumably it had gotten washed away in the monstrous waves from earlier on. There was literally nothing else in sight - just the endless vast extent of the azure skies and saline sea.

Recollecting the previous incidents, Giselle's eyes widened at the memory of that morning. A tsunami. Did it cause too much destruction? Were the people safe? Holy Hephaestus, were Charlotte and Luna okay?

Her head snapped up at the thought of her friends. She had to get back to them and make sure they were safe. And very much alive. So first things first... how to get back to shore?

There were no boats in sight, so no calling for help. The skies were clear, as she'd observed earlier. So she began to think - why would there be a rock right in the middle of the ocean?

She remembered that she'd only seen such rocks near the coast line... because of high tide and low tide. Great! This meant she was near the beach! All she had to do was figure out which way to go.

With this in mind, Giselle excitedly looked around for any signs of land. For the first time since she woke up, she whirled around on the rock to look behind her, and she almost got knocked out again.

"WHAT THE HADES!" she jumped back, only to squeal and grab on to the rock in order to avoid splashing into the waves behind her.

There was a young man in front of her. He looked the same age as her - maybe a couple of years older. He had his elbows on the edge of the rock, his muscular arms folded over each other, holding himself up. He had rings on every finger. Giselle could even see a few tattoos under there. She looked at his face and her breath got caught in her throat.

His presumably soft, slightly long hair was in a wavy nest around his scalp, suggesting there may have been curls on there before. The light sea breeze ruffled his hair, making short strands flutter out from behind his ears. He had a heart-shaped face, and a very sharp jawline. His eyebrows were neatly trimmed, and presently there were lightly raised in an amused expression. His nose looked so perfect that Giselle thought it was sculpted. His lips were a light shade of pink, sporting a very amused smile. But the most alluring feature was his eyes. They were a brilliant shade of sea-green, pleasantly reflecting the sea. There was something very scintillating and amiable about them, something very... enthralling, that Giselle had to blink to stop herself from staring.

In all, this man was extremely attractive.

Giselle cautiously pulled herself up into a kneeling position and cleared her throat, waiting for the man to speak. He didn't move at all - he just stayed there with the same expression on his face. Giselle huffed and stared back, but the man's smile only grew wider. He had dimples...

Giselle snapped her fingers in front of his face in order to receive a reaction, but his gaze remained fixed on her. He chuckled slightly.

Giselle withdrew her hand and leaned a bit away from him. "Okay, it's starting to get a bit creepy now..."

Finally, he spoke in a deep voice, "You're really cute, you know that?"

Giselle's jaw hit the rock surface. "You can't say that! You don't even know me! How can you even - " her eyes widened and she glared down at the water. "Why am I talking to a stranger?" she mumbled.