Seaside Moors Back where we belong

Now that there were more of them patrolling their new lands, Rosencrantz made it his home on the borders once more. Making his tireless rounds along the vast fields, finding little places where he could stand guard and watch from a distance by either being a pillar, or a hidden assassin watching for any trespassers in the shadows. 

As he neared the forest of coconut trees, one of the little ones he had yet to meet with formally came into view. Softly he made his way to her and stared off into the distance of which she gazed into the sea. Barely visible through the trees, the wakes upon the shores were loud enough to announce their ever-looming presence. Purposely posing himself so she could speak with the face that still had lips, he stood and continued to look out into the sea, of what little he could see from here. 

How long have you waited to return to the sea?