On the shore of Pemaquid Point, the rocks have surged upwards, forming a bowl, protecting the people. It was formed years ago, after a drawn-out, vicious, and bloody battle.
The waves gush at the shore, which was once a flat surface. They devour and steal anything nearby. The Ocean grasp at the legs of people and animals, pulling them in. Tearing down trees and pulling apart limbs of anything it can reach. This was the way of life, the Ocean taking the lives of many into its torrid and violent grasp. They savagely shred across the beach and snatch mothers from their children and trees from their roots.
One day, the Earth finally had enough of the the thieving Ocean. She began to thrust herself up, creating a ledge for the people to be wary of, and that the Ocean couldn’t climb. It took many days and nights, and the Earth worked tirelessly for the life of those who cared for it. And the Sea still climbed. The tide rose with the sediments, splashing the scalding surfaces of the newly forming metamorphic rocks. The Earth forced back, burning up the Sea while still stretching and twisting the sedimentary rocks that were packed tightly after millions of years of wear. They heat and change shape, blossoming into a wall of glittery metamorphic rock. And the Sea still splashed and tugged and stole those who ventured near.
The Earth broke out another tool she had. She spewed magma up through the metamorphic plateau, building walls and filling in cracks. The Ocean fought vehemently. It surged after the red sludge, and the Earth hissed back. With each crashing wave the Sea perished, its ghost floating upwards and blinding the onlookers from the shore. In the haze, the Earth began working on the other side of the new mountain. It pushed up walls of metamorphic rock from the inside, shaping a sharp drop into the Sea on the outside and gentle waves of rock on the inside.
Many years passed, the Earth was triumphant in protecting her people. Until, of course, the Sea began it’s retaliation. In the eyes of people, the Ocean held a grudge for hundreds of generations. For the Sea, it was mere minutes. It flooded the bowl of rock, pirates pouring in to attack the land beings. It was then that land roared its final retribution. The people and animals of her were her children. They strove to protect her, and she would do the same in return. The walls of the formation surged up in a final attempt. She struck the base with magma that spewed upwards. The Sea burned and retreated.
Many generation passed without any future attempts from the Ocean, who seemingly has given up. Even the Earth and Sea can barely remember the when this brawl happened. Since then, many things have happened at Pemaquid Point. Settlers arrived and the indigenous were kicked out. Pirates swarmed and hurricanes raged. As for the Earth and Ocean, they live in uncertain harmony. The Sea still viciously whips against the basin, and small tide pools exist within the walls. The Earth is still wary of the Sea, waiting for it to lash out once more. She slowly continues to rise, even to this day. So slowly not even the Sea notices.
The Earth would die to protect her beings, as the Sea would for its. Many tales have been spun about the nature of their interactions.
