Coconut Grove this town is wasted and alone.

The offer made Penn smile one of his characteristic half-smiles. He wondered if the boy was being kind or if he was just jumping back in on the joke. Either way, Penn felt like they'd ridden that train far enough.

"Nah, that's alright," he replied, "He confessed before he died that his greatest ambition was for his carcass to get pecked apart by seagulls, so he's probably good where he is." He glanced skyward where a few were swooping overhead, then looked over at the yearling again.

"What brings you out here, Crab?" he asked, feeling oddly social, "Not exactly the right time of year for a tropical getaway, though the locals clearly are great company." Penn paused and glanced down at the dead crab. "Or they were anyway," he added with a shrug.