"While out in the deep ocean, Tsunami's pass underneath ships with no more disturbance than any normal sea waves. It is only when traveling inland does the wave begin to rise". John read from his text book idly, the words falling of his lips slowly with eye's dancing from the text in front of him, to the baseball gripped underneath his strong fingers. A cool breeze ushered through the backyard of their frat house, giving the night air a small bite, the man releasing a quick shiver before trying to return to his studies.<br/><br/>Midterms were coming up, as well as his team's first game of the season. To save time John decided to kill two birds with one stone, why not practice his pitch and study at the same time? So, slinging up a large net between two trees situated in the middle of their yard, John threw pitches then read a paragraph, repeating the process over the last hour or so. "The phrase Tidal Wave is actually grossly inaccurate, Tsunami's having nothing to do with the tide itself. This term has been popularized by modern cinema, and does not accurately reflect how these forces of nature are created". Bringing his arm back, John marked a page with a finger and entered his pitching stance. Releasing a slow breath of air his handsome features furrowed beneath the baseball cap. Then in one fluid motion his arm snapped around with an incredible speed, lifting one leg while the hand which held his book flew back behind him.<br/><br/>The ball sped through the air and collided with the net so hard that for a brief instant John thought the white orb would punch a hole right through. Thankfully, for want to not buy a new net, the ball came a stop and thudded down into the soft dirt. The athlete smiled proudly, lifting the book in his hand and inspecting it's weight and spine. If he guessed, the counter-weight of holding his Oceanography textbook had added at least 5 miles per hour to his pitch. "I wonder if coach will let me carry this thing out onto the field. It would really add to the whole Sharks theme" referring to his team's name.<br/><br/>On his way to retrieve the ball and go for another round, something caught John's attention out of the side of his eye. The small, shallow windows that lead into the basement were glowing. Well, not really glowing, but there was some kind of light. It was blue, some kind of blue... something down there. Trying to narrow his vision for a better look, John quickly sprinted over to retrieve his ball. But when he turned back, it was gone. "What the fuck?" he asked himself, choking it up almost instantly to one of his roomies looking around for an old box or something, and the blue color had been a figment of his imagination.<br/><br/>"Waves currents create a circular motion when completely submerged. It is this circular motion that gives waves their familiar shape when approaching shore, and rising in shallow water."