Loken sighed as he looked out to the water. "The best surf spots are all on the West Coast" Loken said to himself. New York had ride-able spots but they didn't give Loken the action he desired. As time passed, Loken just laid face first on his board as it drifted along the New York Harbor. Guided by the lower half of his body (from the shoulders down) which was turned into the main gel that made up his watery form. Every now and then a blast of water would send him jetting past any boat that got to close. The drivers left dumbfounded each time.

The sound of a large ship caught Loken's attention. It was a large ferry boat that read along its side 'Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island Ferry'. When the Ferry came close enough he watched as the spectators took pictures of the not to far off Liberty Island. He himself had been their a few time though... not by boat. The advantage of being able to turn into water was he could swim anywhere he wanted and leak into any restricted areas. The government had issues with unwanted guests apparently.

People started to take a couple of snap shots of Loken, he could hear the loud gasps of all as they looked at the photo previews on their digital cameras. The half water thing always did that.

Their was only one reason he was so far out into the water, what appeared to be his legs began to meld with the surrounding water his mind slowly started to expand. He could feel everything in the water within a twenty foot range. The water around him started to sway back and forth until a small wave appeared. The wave began to grown in size until it was four then seven feet tall. As soon as he sent the wave away Loken started to paddle.

A blast of water sent him rocketing toward the wave, he had to be fast to ride the wave before it died down. Balancing himself he rode up the back of the wave then in one quick movement he stood up dropping in on the wave from behind. Loken had been surfing like this for most of the day making his own small but enjoyable waves. "Better then rockaway beach" He thought as the wind blew through his hair. The wave died down but he still had enough speed to cruise by the ferry.

Holding a hand up as it turned into a tentacle of water, the spectators all started to take his picture again. With a large smile a stream of water shot out from his tentacle with the force of a fire hose soaking many of the people and, their cameras. Laughing Loken jumped into the water, his head changed making his transformation complete while in midair.

Loken started to repeat the process of making different ankle to chest high rolling waves then surfing them over and over again. He followed along surfing beside the ferry until it docked at Liberty Island. Loken became a spectator as he watched the people exit the ferry from a safe distance. "Bet they will never for get this trip" Loken said while laughing to himself.

Almost since Juka had first discovered his powers, years ago, he had been riding storms. His bubble, he well know, had some rather unique properties, one of which was that it appeared to be, well, pretty much just as light as the soap bubbles it so closely resembled. That was to say, if he didn't directly concentrate on it and it was a windy day, the wind could pick it up and move it all around, quite resembling the experience of being in a roller coaster but so much better than any roller coaster ever could be. It was one of his favourite past times (when not concerned with fashion or performing of course) to find himself a thunder storm and let the wind push him all about. Not only did his bubble allow for the most amazing ride in the world, but it also kept him dry and comfortable in the process. Ah yes, he truly was blessed.

Late the previous night, however, after a successful patrol of the city streets for any sort of dangerous thugs to stop or innocent maidens to rescue, a thought had occurred to him. If his bubble was light enough to float in the wind would it also be light enough to float on the water? Not only did it seem like a good thing to know in general; one never knew when one would have to use such knowledge, but surfers seemed rather attracted to the idea of surfing. What if he could surf, so to speak, inside is perfectly warm and perfectly dry bubble? The idea was too delicious and too exciting to pass up so, after a brief trip back to his apartment to feed his kitties, he had set out in the direction of Liberty Island.

The advantage of traveling to a far off destination in a floating bubble was, of course, that one could take the most direct route possible. Thus Juka literally went up and then away, not stopping until he reached the edge of the ocean and then beyond the edge where he could land safely away from prying eyes of curious people. This was official experimentation territory and thus not for the prying eyes of curious onlookers, at least not until he had mastered what he was about to attempt. If what he was about to attempt was even possible beyond the confines of his own curious mind.

Taking a deep breath Juka set his bubble down apprehensively and...it floated! He gave an excited clap and may have yelled out an equally excited "whoop" but his dignity would certainly not allow him to admit such a thing to others. It was one of the most unusual experiences in recent memory, feeling waves beneath his floating bubble instead of wind and although the idea might have been similar the sensation was most certainly not. For some time, minutes or hours he wasn't sure nor did he really care, he simply stood in his bubble, bobbing up and down in the waves and grinning like an idiot.

Juka might have remained as he was for minutes or hours longer except for a gradual coming of awareness of a ship passing him by. He was far enough out that he was reasonably certain that he couldn't be seen clearly by the passengers unless their camera zoom lenses just happened, by chance to be tuned on him. Still, he figured that it might be his cue to leave, however reluctantly. It was, in his estimation, a successful trip either way. He sighed before deciding that surely he could stand to remain just a few more minutes.