Girona felt that odd sensation of being picked up and placed that heralded the start of a new universe. It was always simultaneously a joyful and highly disturbing experience.

The sea began to boil as Girona pulled himself headfirst through the fabric of reality and into tangible existence. Aha, so this would be his canvas for this eternity! A bit... cramped... but he could make do. Looking left and right across the continents, he saw that it was empty. Could he be the first of the gods to arrive? How nice. He would savor these few moments of quiet while he could.

And just like that his quiet was gone, as more gods began poking their way between the threads of reality. Best stake his claim now, then. With a might swing of his spear, he declared: "'Tis I, Girona! Lord of the Ocean! I have claimed these seas as my own! Let all who come forth from the formless void be as one mind in the care of this new universe... but keep your grubby hands and miscellaneous appendages out of my oceans!"

And with that declaration he dropped beneath the waves, ready to begin filling this empty ocean with color and life of every kind.