Casting off the sand like a second skin his attention then turned to the fish. It would need to be preserved for both the purpose of keeping it as a trophy as well as punishment for the rage it caused towards him ages ago that never was truly let go of. Staring at the fish as the fish stared back with those evil beady eyes he wondered what he'd do to it. The line of be revenge or vengeance or whatever and coldness flowed into his mind and inspiration struck. Running his fingers over the fish he froze it more ways than one. 

Testing his newfound trophy/weapon he targeted the sand castle and swung at it.  Such was the potency of his weapon that cleaved through it cleanly causing it to slowly collapse on itself just in time for him to strap it on his back. He then proceeded to walk to the boardwalk to find something before moving on here. He didn't care for the place much as it seemed boring.