Sheltered under a secluded cave, you finally convinced Simon to come to the beach with you. Although he kept his balaclava and kept his tropical button-up shirt.

It’s been thirty minutes since you had last seen him, you were beginning to get worried when you heard the squelch of swimming trousers behind you.

Simon, drenched, squeezing his balaclava in one hand and holding a red bucket in his other.

“For you,” he states. Inside the bucket were various sea creatures that he had caught.