Marc stood at the bow of the boat, looking into the distance. He looked like a regular eighteen year old guy. The one thing that stood out most was a particularly nasty looking scar around his neck. The other thing was an absent-minded look, the same as someone who has been daydreaming and wasn't in the moment anymore. This was true even more so for Marc, as he really wasn't there. Of course, his body was, but his mind and soul were in a completely different place.

In fact his spirit form was cruising right beneath the boat, looking at the wonders of underwater life. A school of fish swam 'through him' peacefully. He quickly materialized in the form of a shark and laughed as the fish darted away in complete and utter panic. His corporeal body heard someone ask him to move, so he made his way back to his body. Inside his own body again, he smiled apologetically and moved aside.