Although Will was living a human life, there was no denying the true nature of him being well, not-human. There would always be a temptation of the sea. Perhaps he was some kind of masochist because the temptation was strong. It was a tug on his magical core, like a rope was tied around his heart was slowly dragging him out of the typical human life. It was an urging, not a yearning, to go out to sea. After twelve years dealing with it, he could ignore the pull. This urging occurred whenever he was just walking near bodies of water.
You can just imagine the struggle when he actually went swimming.
Regardless, most days, to appease the inner-being within him he went for runs by the sea. In his ears he could hear the movements of the sea; of beings awakening from slumber, creatures slipping into slumber, the beckoning of mermaids ceasing to sleep in the day. He loved the sounds of the ocean, more than the usual human as his whole self belonged to the ocean.
As usual, when Will woke up he ate a quick breakfast of a bagel and coffee, slipped into some usual running clothes; sweats and a tight thermal jacket with running shoes. He ran the whole way from the apartments to the Laguna Beach where he ran along the shore, listening the sweet sounds of creatures moving in the sea. He was running at a sedate pace, just trying to catch the breeze when he saw another figure on the beach. He slowed and stared at the figure with furrowed brows. She didn't look dangerous, and despite her appearance being unnaturally pretty (making Will question if she too was a selkie or mermaid that got washed up ashore) he didn't feel the pull of a creature greater than a witch. He jogged closer until he was about a foot away, to the side of so not to block her view of the ocean.
"Good morning," he greeted, smiling "mind some company?" He added: "I can leave if you want to be alone, but your face is-" he winced as he realized it might be overstepping a boundary, but his face turned apologetic, "your face is sad ma'am, I'm sorry if that's a bit blunt, but you look like you need someone to talk to. And despite all this blathering, I'm a quite good listener." He gave her a wan smile, hoping maybe a bit of his selkie magic would convince her to let him hang around.
