Seawater washes over the board, the wave's crest tearing open a churning rift and shattering the sunlight into a million golden shards. He steps onto his surfboard, letting the roaring wave launch him into the air.
"High seas mean high risks, and high risks mean massive returns."
He challenges the waves time and time again, placing himself right at the eye of the storm. The height of summer, the blazing sun, the crisp sea breeze... The dizzying array of names, the fluctuating margins of profit and loss, the lies and schemes lurking in people's eyes... It all melts into blurry patches of color, no longer demanding his scrutiny.
"The tide has arrived. Now... just what will it leave in its wake?"
The ocean is boundless, much like the endless prosperity of Astropolis. Before tossing down his next chip, he rides the ridge of the wave and wagers his very being, fixing his gaze on that singular moment as he looks down upon the surging tide.