[Guy's habit of writing notes to friends hasn't diminished, even with the change of the island's exterior. He's just moved it to a different place - a rocky seclusion among the cliffs on the far ends of the beach. Cool and calm, with enough quiet to feel appropriate for what he was doing.
It's as he's walking back, barefoot through the surf with his boots tucked up under one arm, that the Station Master suddenly approaches. Guy's brows raise in surprise, making a step onto drier ground to meet up with the man and straightening up with polite, unconscious respect for the elder.]
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It's as he's walking back, barefoot through the surf with his boots tucked up under one arm, that the Station Master suddenly approaches. Guy's brows raise in surprise, making a step onto drier ground to meet up with the man and straightening up with polite, unconscious respect for the elder.]
Good morning, sir.