Will pulled his hat over his eyes after shifting down so he lied on the log he was sitting. [i]At his apartment, Will slightly moved his head as a piece of pottery flew past his head. "What the hell is this!?" His girlfriend shouted. "Why is WATER coming out of your hands!?" She exclaimed. "I don't know, just give it time! We can work it out! Please Sylvia!" Will pleaded. "No! It's not safe, you're not safe!" She retorted. Her head looked downward. "I want... you to... leave please. Until I can make sense of this." She whispered.[/i]

Will's eyed slowly opened and he shifted his hat upon his head to see rays of sunlight creep through the rocky roof of the cave. He put his hand against his forehead. "Ugh, what was that dream?" He whispered to himself. After breakfast, the old man revealed a stack of weapons and gear. All in amazing shades of blue, red, green and a plethora more. It seemed like the colour of the weapon sort of matched the elemental so he walked over and picked up a long spear. It had two mechansims along it, and in the middle of the shaft, inscribed in tiny letters, was the words 'Poseidon's Wrath'. Will then looked at the mechanisms. He activated the top one, connecting the speartip to the shaft. The speartip ejected itself, which had a small handle connected to it, which supposedly was inside the staff. Will then picked up a belt with straps and a long strap that ran along across his body. He put the new dagger in the chest hilt, and then pressed the second mechanism, disconnecting the staff into two batons, which he slid into his hip holsters, one on each side. The second weapon was a long whip, where the actual whip part was translucent and almost wavy like the seawater. He looked to the others who were also looking at their weapons, Tsunami brushed up against his leg.