Sequoia Coast remembering the good ol' days

ramesses the great traveled back and forth upon the coastline. 
he had made for himself a little stowaway shelter facing the island; the diet of salt fish and snow had thinned his frame, hardened it. pharaoh walked with his gods now, and they alone were allowed to judge him.
a figure facing the waves, serene and striking. the exile sauntered closer but said nothing, seeing the meditative countenance of the other.
ramesses settled himself nearby and was silent, thinking in growing anger of all the things he had lost when he had been sent to this wretched shore.