Keep on, with the force, don't stop

Today Charlie had made the decision he was going to explore part of the Armada he hadn’t been to yet. Small paws carried him in the direction of Soul Sand Cove. As he drew close to the entrance of the cove he could smell salt in the air. The smell was kind of nice, or at least Charlie liked it. His ears perked forward as he stepped onto the black sands of the beach, gaze sweeping up and down the length of the land.

The beach seemed to be in a crescent shape, surrounded by huge pillars of rock. Charlie’s eyes widened in awe as he saw how high they stretched up and he wondered if these rocks were also part of the Col? Making his way through the sand he raced over to the volcanic structure. “Woah… are these what makes the sand this color? Is… is sand supposed to be black? It’s not like the earth in the woods… so maybe…?” He frowned, furrowing his brow.

Little did the pup know the sands silenced the footsteps of a stranger approaching.

"Speech," 'Thought.'