Makarov observed the people on the beach, playing in the sand and water, a scene of happiness. Pathetic. Despite the warmth, clear sky, and bright sun, he sighed. The water looked clear, the beach clean. The area maddie and Makarov chose wasn't too crowded. They secured their spots with towels and belongings, they wore their swimwear. Makarov wore only black swimming shorts, his tattoos on his upper body clear in the bright day. God, he hated it here. He just wanted to leave this place.