And old dock, new memories?

Danger'd been swimming for quite some time beneath the surface. He didn't know what he was looking for, or why he'd decided to swim here, but he had. After swimming for quite some time, he swam beneath the docks, then pulled himself up onto the dock, and uttered a small sound of surprise. It was more like a very fast, quiet grunt, and the surprise ceased as quickly as it had come. He nodded to her with a grin, reaching behind her to pick up his shirt. Probably, she'd missed it, but he didn't really care. "Well I suppose this is supposed to be awkward.." he muttered in his low, strangely accented voice, before slipping the t-shirt over his torso, which showed definate signs of all the work that he did. His feet were bare, but he hadn't brought any shoes. He liked walking barefoot.

He eased himself down beside her, and his bland brown eyes searched her face for a moment, before a grin of recognition lit his face as he pushed his blonde hair out of his tanned face. "Shasta, right?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Danger glanced at the sunset and dipped his head in agreement. "It's even more amazing from the crowsnest..." he trailed off, and for just a split second, a piece of sadness washed over him with the relization that his ship was at the bottom of the ocean. He quickly got himself under control, and the sadness disapeared, leaving behind what he was going to describe. He closed his eyes to remember it even more vividly. "The clouds would range from vibrant gold to dark dark purple, the water all around the boat on all sides would glow golden with the light, and it would last for hours on end." He opened his eyes, as though pulling himself out of a daze, and grinned at her. His words had softened as he spoke of the beauty of the sea, but he returned to how he'd been a moment ago. "Have you ever been on the sea?" he asked her in a spur of the moment after thought.

Danger smiled lightly. "Well, if I ever get my ship back, I'll have to lend it to you or something of the like." he said smoothely, with a grin, moving away from her to shake his head like a dog, sending water droplets flying everywhere. Then he returned his gaze to the fading sunset. "There's nothing as amazing as a sunset in the middle of the sea." he remarked, half to himself, half to her. He smiled, shifting his position so that his feet were dangling off of the edge of dock, into the cool water. He drew a small whistle out of his belt, and placed it in his mouth, producing a small, beautiful, if not piratish melody, as though to sing the sunset to sleep.