"It's beautiful," he said.
"So calming," she replied. "Your dream. The Na Pali coast. The cliffs and ocean are so beautiful."
"I brought a bottle."
"But of course."
They sipped Beaujolais quietly. She waved away refills. He wouldn't mind.
"Head back before it gets dark?"
"Dinner awaits." She smiled.
He staggered slightly near the edge on the way back.
She kicked his foot, then pushed. He hit fifty feet down the cliff before splashing into the Pacific. He floated quietly, drifting westward. The tour books warned that the next landfall would be Guam.
He'd always wanted to go to Guam.
