Miles stayed on the shore and watched. He hadn't know the dog for long, nor did he really feel that close to his owner. But he stood there on the shore and wore a blue shirt instead of black out of respect. It looked like a beautiful ceremony. He would have to ask Kahea later about the Hawaiian language and what she said.
The woman had been kind enough to give him a lei as well and he wore it around his neck as he watched the rest of the people paddle out into a circle. Then he watched them slowly come back, noting who placed their lei in the water and who did not.
It was all so lovely for such a sad event. Without even noticing it, Miles began to cry lightly. It was like this ceremony was for all those he had lost in his life and Miles quickly walked away so no one else could easily see him. he sat down behind a tree and just cried, releasing years of pent-up emotions, things he wasn't able to show while captured, feelings he did his best to block off so he could deal with the day-to-day of being a slave. Miles was no free, and he didn't know what to do with himself, but for now, he would sit there, behind that tree and just cry.