John Tafferty threw his bag onto the sand of the beach as the nearly sunset sky rained down dimming waves of light. The beach was less crowded at this time, and he always found it a little more pleasant. He noticed a couple of beachwalkers, but otherwise, he had that section pretty much to himself. A couple yards down either direction were some campers and a couple with a towel and umbrella, both more prepared than him with his bag, which only held his phone, wallet, and keys. He himself only wore his swimming trunks and necklace, deciding to forgo his usual pair of underwear under his trunks for comfort, though this made them large for his figure.
Soon after sitting in the sand for a while and relaxing, John decided to go for a swim. He left his bag in the sand as he slowly inched his way into the water, the cold sea smashing against his sides as the rough tide justified it’s warning flags. He cringed with each step as the cold water inched its way up his figure until it totally enshrouded half his body. The cold water felt good on his skin, pairing well with the cold air as the waves crashed against him. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his distracting sublime as a huge wave crashed into him, sending him diving through the water, towards the shore from the tidal force. His large trunks slipped right past his knees and off his feet as the undertow pulled them from sight, as well as the rest of the water.