End oh day

The night came quickly as Saton sat at the edge of beach, his bare feet sticking right into the cold water. The moon held high in the sky, half full and blue. The smell of sea salt grew strong as the tide came quickly in and as fast as it came in, it left. Saton rose his arm and slapped the ground, from under the sand came octagon stone. "I love bending." Saton said as he flicked the stone into the water watching it skip through the waves and finally landing and sinking. The sand was annoying, but Saton focused on what lay beyond the sand and the ocean, he focused on a land better than an island. "Someday soon I will leave here, someday very soon, if only I water bended as well." Saton rose another stone form beneath sand. "Ah the sand is annoying." Saton said as he sent the stone skipping. "This island is boring."