He said he would disappear out at sea for the next two hundred years, but it wasn't technically possible. He was on Triton's boat and he anticipated that his son would want to use it within the next two centuries. Also he needed to dock, refuel and restock the ship at least once a week.
It was nice, nonetheless. Being alone again brought him back to a state of mind he hadn't been able to achieve, what with modernity changing the world around him all the time, and family rooting him in a mindset he had gotten all too familiar with.
The stretches of blue became the streets he walked everyday, but not today.
He scrunched his toes, and felt the squishy, hot, soft sand amass beneath his feet. How many centuries had he spent on a beach, listening to the waves? Too many, some would say. Perhaps not enough.
He knew she might be coming - she said so the last time they spoke - but he wasn't expecting to see her. Not so soon, not right here.