River.
He could sit and watch the rivers forever, the way the various ones crisscrossed through the island. When his work was done nothing was better then to drink in the beauty surrounding them. They wound their way around rocks and stones constantly working their way on the land and eroding the trenches they lived in further and further. At their ends they met up with the large body of ocean, always creating something new. On hot days it was almost unbearable to stand close to them, but Will always did. After all, there was nothing in the world like lava.