A breeze caressed his face as he looked across the bay to the horizon, noting the grey light pushing back the darkness, causing moon and stars to fade.
He felt the chill of the damp, gravelly sand through the soles of his bare feet. He stamped about a little, flexing his toes so that the grains squished and roiled underneath.
“So, you have come.”
Stirred from his reverie, he turned to face his adversary.
“Course, though I’m surprised you’re here.”
“Surprised you had the balls.”
“Bastard! I’ll shit down your throat!”