It was a lovely day with barely a cloud in the sky. Pony stood at the edge of the water, just out of the farthest reach of the waves. This was the special beach Pearl had shown him. Finding himself with little to do but remind himself why he was angry, he came here. 

Jenny remained close to the cart but was free to wander and he just watched the waves and the birds flying over the water. It was supposed to be her special place, but he was angry at hers so now it was his. He wanted to do something to make them a little unhappy.  He felt he had some right after all they had done to him. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets as he sang quietly to himself. "The sea shells of the sea rocking to and fro, remind me of young Edwin that ploughed the lowlands low."