Well, it wasn’t exactly paradise, but it would do. For now.
Some beach was better than no beach, and naturally Killian would gravitate toward such a locale anyway, to the soft skies above and the sharp stones underfoot and brilliant blue waves with the white lace foam; when they crashed upon the shore it was an echo of a familiar drumbeat in his sea-loving heart, and the salty breeze blew the tension right from his bones.
Again, for now. He didn’t plan to make much of a home here at this mysterious island. This beach didn’t even have a name, did it?
No matter. The beach and the boat dock were pleasant enough, which was where he found himself right now - he wondered how far he could sail out before getting turned around and thought perhaps it was a mission worth undertaking. When he neared the docks, however, he assumed he wasn't the only one with that idea.
"Planning to set sail?" he inquired curiously as he approached.