The moment he heard that drawl that made him sick for home, he pocketed the pipe slipped the knife he'd used to scrape it out into it's holster, and stood up. He pulled up the other rocker, it had a blanket draped over so that it could be used as a cushion or to wrap her and the baby to shield from the ocean breeze should they need it.
"I was beginning to think you was pulling my leg, just so I'd take a bath." Bohannon called back. He tilted his hat back from his eyes, but didn't take it off. But he didn't fight the teasing grin on his face.
He figured they'd both been lucky not to wear a different one through the islands shenanigans. Especially with the theme of it. Part of him knew that he'd wear either his dead wife's face, or his passed son's. And that wasn't a pain he wished to cut open, not here.