He loved it.
The textures and striations of the rocky outlet glistened in the sun. The little cottage at the peak overlooked a kaleidoscopic green blue sea. That it was available so cheap was the clincher. If local superstitions of the land being possessed by a sea god worked to his advantage, then he wasn’t complaining.
It was the day of the neap tide that he felt the ground rock. Earthquake was his first reaction, as he rushed out of his cottage towards mainland, only to freeze in his tracks. All around was only the great blue sea.
He, it appeared, was atop the giant turtle sea god.