As the implacable juggernaut made his way around the globe, bay areas and locations near the water were put on high alert. Judge had been known to cross oceans by running along the seabed, his unstoppable momentum carrying him ever forward against the force of the tides and the pressure of the deep. Nevertheless, he always seemed to have a trick up his sleeves.
Reaching a slope, presumably the beginning of a beachfront, he punched his way through the sand and continued in his predestined direction. For a few hundred miles, he continued to break through the rock and dirt. He eventually grew bored and dug up through the countless tons of earth above him, the seawater following him as he ascended. Finally breaking to the surface, he found himself in a lush jungle landscape. He crawled out of the vertical tunnel he had made and shook the water off himself like a wet dog. He paused for a moment, deciding now where to go. Choosing the direction of the rising sun, he plowed through the foliage. Trees were knocked down like Lincoln log cabins. The dense underbrush provided no resistance to his rampage. If he had a goal in mind, he certainly did not make it a subtle one.