The deep waters of the sea produce a marvelous view at anyone who gazes at the sea. The water is seen to be slowly running low on the shore. Small waves are also observed crashing on the shoreline. The surface of the sea is seen to appear turquoise. You tug on your bodyguard, Miguel’s hand. He wouldn’t seem to budge, insisting himself to stay on shore. You mention the good of actually getting sun, and he listened with a light snort as he adverted his crimson hues. Do you force him over?