17: Namor McKenzie (By Namor)

Listening to Jack sort of made Namor feel a bit foolish. Jack had lost his legs and rebuilt his life around that and Namor was belly-aching about trophies and lost championships. He felt a bit shallow.

"You are an impressive swimmer and coming from me that a compliment," Namor said while keeping pace with Jack. He saw no need to show off in front of this man who was doing his best to be friendly. He might have shown off if it was his roommate or some conquest that he wanted to impress.

"I love being in control of my dad's seaplane and being in the air is thrilling. He is a Captain of a ship...I've been at sea too...love the ocean," Namor said as they reached the shore. He rose out of the water and laid down on a soft bed of grass on the shore. The clean smell of nature and the soft lapping of the water on the show were very relaxing. The sun beat down on Namor's bronze-colored skin and it looked shiny in the light as if the water clung to his skin.