people are strange
Why did I agree to come? I don't even like the beach. I hate going in the water, you get all sandy when you come out and the water's freezing. I don't know why she likes the beach. Why did I agree to come? It's too hot. I'm going to burn, I know it. Is that weird old man looking at me? Is he walking over here? Oh god, oh god. Is he-- he is! Lord in heaven I know I have sinned...
"Hello young sailor," said the old man.
"I came over here for a reason, because God told me to. I came over here to give you this here shark's tooth." Contrary to his delusional identification, he actually held in his hand a white plastic fork.
"Thank you?" I replied.
And away he walked.