The following morning, Jen wasn't sure what to expect. She'd gone into town yesterday and asked around, trying to find out if anyone had seen a young white male with sharp teeth; frankly, most of the locals asked if she was feeling okay, and one of the elder women even tried to give her some tea and medicine for a fever. She, of course, was too polite to reject it, but she was sure that she hadn't been hallucinating that encounter… right? But what bugged her most was that she'd never seen him surface, and shouldn't he have come up for a breath at some point? Hell, he might have drowned for all she knew. As much as she felt that he was probably in the wrong for spying on her, Jen couldn't help butt feel a pang of guilt if that had turned out to be his fate.

She stepped out, towel in hand, and began to make her way along the beach in the low light of the early sunrise, as usual. However, this time, she felt herself on alert, watching the tree line to see from where the intruder might have come, even though it wasn't hugely dense. A glance in the direction she was going, down the shore, revealed a figure standing about knee-deep in the gently rolling waves. A male figure. And Jen was closer to him than she wanted to be, even though the distance between them was still something on the order of forty or fifty feet.

She quickly ducked and hid behind one of the trees, keeping an eye on him from what she thought was a safe vantage point. Even in the orange glow, she could see that he was fairly pale for the region, and from the looks of it, quite tall; since he faced away from her, she saw that his hair - prior to him putting it up in a messy bun - fell to his mid back. The most striking thing, though, was that he was stark naked. Jen had seen men naked before, and obviously she'd been unclothed here many times before, but this seemed somehow surreal to her. Either way, what was he doing here? Where did he even come from? She decided she didn't really want to stick around and find out.

Alright Jen, just… quietly sneak away. You can go to the other side of the beach, right? Easy, try not to make any noise…

She began to tiptoe out, trying not to rustle any vegetation as she began to make her escape. Unfortunately, it seemed she was not quick enough, and froze when she heard a masculine voice call out after her.

"Oi! You there!"

Every hair on Jen's body stood on end; she'd been spotted. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, and her breaths became heavy with anticipation. Truly, she was rather terrified - where would she run to if he pursued? She certainly didn't want to lead him to her home lest he try to break in, and she might not be able to outrun him if she ran inland.

"Ain't you the one that was swimmin' around here yesterday!"

His voice sounded closer. She decided that if she wanted a chance, she might have to fight for it, and turned to face him; Jen kept her hands clenched, ready to strike at the first sign of a threat. Sure enough, he had gained at least ten feet of ground since she last looked… and was treated to a full frontal view. Admittedly, he was very attractive - tall, lean, muscular, and let's just say, blessed - but she had to resist staring too much and stay on guard.

"What's it to you? Who are you, and how the Hell'd you get here?" she responded, trying to sound as confident as she could.

To that, he paused and stared at - no, through - her, and stated, "Whaddya mean, 'how did I get here?' 'S my territory, and the name's Yuma," as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

What… was he serious? Jen's brows knit together in a frown, mostly from being momentarily dumbfounded, "...excuse you? Territory? This area doesn't belong to anyone, least of all you."

Yuma gestured out toward the ocean, "Well if it don't belong to anyone, then that means I can claim it, so I did."

"What kinda colonialist bullshit…!"

"Ah!?" he seemed rather confused by her comment, then continued, advancing closer to her (which she responded to by stepping back), "'S just how things work. I ain't seen no rivals out here neither, 'n I've been here for 'bout a month, so it's mine. And since you seem t' live here too," Yuma flashed a cockeyed and rather predatory grin, "means yer mine, too."

She shook her head, and blinked in utter bewilderment; it took her a couple of moments to process what he said, and then Jen replied, "Are you high? I don't belong to anyone, least of all some… random naked white boy just showing up and perving on me while I swim."

"Yer in my territory, an' that means I got rights t' any female in it, includin' you. An' tellin' by the way yer starin', yeh like whatcha see!"

Admittedly, he wasn't wrong about the last part - Jen would be lying if she said that she wasn't feeling a bit warm in ways that had nothing to do with the rising sun - but that wasn't the point. She shook herself out of it, and sighed, "Look, I don't know where you got this idea from, but you don't own this beach, you don't own me, and I'm going to the other side. Don't follow me neither!"

Yuma let out a chuckle, "I own that part of the beach too, morsel."

Morsel? What the fuck is with this guy?

Jen curled her lip in slight disgust, and muttered under her breath, "Tch… crazy ass white boy…"