The ocean roared in his ears. This was how it should be, he recognized vaguely. Hawkes was meant for the shore, meant to inhale salty air and one day sink into the waters below. It had happened before, he thought, one or two lifetimes ago, and still the push and pull of the waves brought him in like a fish to bait.
Hawkes had never been to this place. He'd seen places like it, but never this exact one. At some point in his wandering the world had shifted a bit, had changed, without his knowledge. His mind adjusted quickly.
The island was lush and beautiful, even he had to admit, though the ground underfoot was rockier toward the edge, where Hawkes had found himself standing, staring out over the ocean below. How much of his life had he spent seaside? How much more would he? It was both a comfort in that it felt like home to him, and a bane, like a curse.
Inhaling deep through his nose, clean, cool air, Hawkes allowed himself a moment to relax on the cliffside. He would not stay long, more than likely. He never did. But this place was nice, and he figured it wouldn't hurt to take it in for a snip of time.
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