It felt like a surreal sort of vacation, walking along a war monument, talking about pre-war marine and city life. Pleasant, although slightly unbelievable. He let Newton lead them along and went with him to the rail.

The water gleamed bright and clear in the sunlight. He turned to lean back against it and picked at his scarf while Newton fiddled with his phone.

"May be difficult to look back on these photos with this ridiculous scarf standing out so much." Still, it was practical and too soft to pass up.

When Newton was ready, he posed next to him with a bit of a smile.

"There, now only eleven or so more to go, I believe?"