[Jay doesn't have the same primal associations with the ocean that Dirk does, but he does have good ones. Maybe that's why, after a moment, a gentle breeze ripples through the place and the sea grows oddly calm. There's no sound except for the waves and the cawing of seagulls in the distance.
The world stays like that for another long moment, and then there's a soft footfall, a shadow passing over Dirk's back. If he turns around, he'll see a boy of about eleven or twelve standing there, expression uncertain as he looks between Dirk and his shoes. He edges forward, as if thinking about sitting down, but stops himself.
The resemblance to Jay, in appearance if not in personality, is obvious.]
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The world stays like that for another long moment, and then there's a soft footfall, a shadow passing over Dirk's back. If he turns around, he'll see a boy of about eleven or twelve standing there, expression uncertain as he looks between Dirk and his shoes. He edges forward, as if thinking about sitting down, but stops himself.
The resemblance to Jay, in appearance if not in personality, is obvious.]