Mike took his glass and walked over to the glass doors leading out to the deck. He slid open the door and cool, humid sea air wooshed into the room. “You want to go down to the beach a minute?”<br/><br/>Mike slipped out the door beckoning Sean to follow. He stepped out barefoot onto the cool sand, the sky barely starting to lighten at the inevitable rise of the sun. Without much in the way of light pollution, the sky was a blanket of stars. A breeze rushes through the broad palm tree leaves that grew haphazardly around the beach. The waves counted time as the crashed against the beach in rhythm.<br/><br/>“The sea,” Mike said finally, taking in the sensual experience. “I’m going to miss the ocean,” he laughed softly at how crazy that must sound. “Remember when I said that I’ve spent my whole life pretty much doing one thing? Well, I’ve been doing the thing I love. I love shipping out every single time. I’ve lived my life on the ocean, and I’m going to miss that life.”<br/><br/>He let his senses take in the beach for a few moments. “This is going to be a nice run for you and Beth, ja?”