Never one for letting an advantage lie -- even if it really would be more fun to leave the terrain a surprise -- he vanishes in the same instant.

For him it's less a burst of fire and more like a gust of wind, whipping up the edges of the surf for half a second before he reappears in another spot along the island coast, then another, and another in a rapid game of leapfrog.

The picture might be a little more piecemeal, but hey, it's right down there in the muck. He likes that.