The patrol was so far uneventful, and while undyingly boring, it was always a good sign. They had only been out along the route for around ten minutes tops, though they had covered quite a bit of ground. He turned the beam of the flashlight towards the water every twenty feet or so, keeping track of any and all swimmers he saw, and their approximate distance from the shoreline. Some nights, he didn't see any at all, though the usual was around three or four, usually clustered together out on the waves. It wasn't such a big deal if there was a storm on the horizon as the force of the surf usually stopped them from getting too close. Ability to swim or not, they didn't seem capable of the force to overcome the current, so, while storms usually prohibited trips to the mainland, it meant that there wouldn't be any problem with the swimmers.
It was reaching the colder temperatures now, and that meant that cold fronts and other kinds of weather patterns may only prove to help them. But tonight, however, the water was relatively calm, and that put him on guard. It was times like this where the swimmers made steady progress towards the island, but it seemed that either they had some sort of infirmity or lack of endurance, as usually they never breach the shore if they were far enough away to begin with. He'd personally only see a few make it onto dry land, and for the most part, if you caught them right after emerging from the water, it was possible to strike them dead before they were able to get their legs stable. Once or twice one had tried to surprise him, but they weren't particularly fast out of the water. They did, as he found out the hard way, have a considerable amount of upper body strength, and they tend to flail their arms at their target, and they could do some serious damage.
However, he found that most don't really come up on land and instead stick themselves onto the pier or a dock and wait for someone to walk along and pull them into the water. They've been known to try and pull people overboard, but so far it only happened once and they recovered the individual before any damage was done.
Eventually he did spot one out in the distance, but it wasn't moving. He marked it's location and checked back on it every once in a while.
"Yeah. I came here right after my brother disappeared and my parents... were killed." It was weird remembering that, since he spent most of his time trying not to think about it, just like he hadn't really noticed how long he'd been here nor how long it had been since the death of Alton and Iris. "It looks clear enough, so another ship should come around soon." He offered. "Let me know if you see anything, alright?"