Not even Steven's curiosity about the incoming item could overcome his ego. Momentarily forgetting the strange sight, Steven turned to regard Adam fully. Seemingly solemn, he looked him over, mentally hazarding a guess as to his age. He was young; the fact startled Steven.
Then, suddenly, he laughed, and, reaching out, clapped the younger man on the shoulder in a friendly gesture of comradery. "To tell you the truth, so do I." His thoughts drifted back towards the approaching mystery, and he abruptly started towards it.
"Can't imagine what a trunk would be doing swimming around the ocean..."
His battered tennis shoes left dimples in the sand in his wake until, reaching the shoreline, he paused long enough to take them off. The trunk had drifted near enough to shore that it was an easy wade to claim it. With the water lapping at his knees and the steady waves helping to push the trunk ashore, Steven was soon pulling the battered box in.
It seemed to be going rather well until it hit the sandy beach, at which point the trunk seemed suddenly much heavier than it had floating in the water.