Let him... nap?

But it seems that won't be the case. Beach and sun are not really compatible locales for one Vincent Valentine, a man who seems determined to lurk quietly out of sight and in the shadows. He even managed to find one such place; the remains of a ruined marble seating area in which he'd found a quiet nook to watch passersby from.

He had just closed his eyes for a moment, surely. They're open again, ruby red and peering out at Justine. Slowly he slips from the bench and rises to his feet to step out into the sun.

"Afternoon. You're dressed up."

Though she always seems to be by his standards.

This is a man who is hard to miss; the frayed red cloak is somewhat iconic. Though it's still dark, there's a lantern at the aft and stern, allowing awareness of the vessel's presence and this allows the convenience of seeing details. Well then again, the silhouette against the unfurled sail would probably be familiar even if there weren't lights.

Before Wu Xin lands, Vincent abruptly looks skyward, hand on the grip of Cerberus and ready to be drawn. Narrowed eyes take in details and by the time the monk neatly and almost imperceptibly- given the factors of physics that should be considered- he's let his hand drop to his side again. The rocking of the boat doesn't seem to phase him at all.

Nor does the slight jerk that happens as the wind fills the sail and sends the boat forward at a quicker rate away from the shoreline. It's a perfect wind you could say. Turning around and tacking back...

He sighs. Points at the tiller which is temporarily lashed.

"Man the tiller then." It might not be the most difficult work in these pleasant waters. But it at least will be some work. At least it can be done sitting down?

"Going out?" Vincent is near a small single sail boat, easy enough for one person who knows what they're doing to handle but big enough for three comfortably. There's a lantern in his hand; one he'd intended to fix to the prow so that others might notice the boat. It's given a light so Tendi can have an easier time in the dark, should she need it.

Well, it's better to presume people can't see in the dark than that they can anyway.

"...You can ride with me if you want," he adds after a moment given to the Orion woman to adjust to the fact that she isn't alone.

It was a bit of peace in its own way. Vincent could think of little he would be against Aerith learning of him. It's not as if he'd ever pretended his life before the experiments was squeaky clean and full of good things. He'd let them know right away what he was. Formerly was.

Retirement for the Turks, it seems, is often colorful.

But the early morning pre-dawn is familiar, the timing easy to get correct and Vincent didn't complain at having to work tiller and sail.

There is a lantern at the front prow but Vincent needs little extra light; it is for the sake of passengers. East they sail and soon the wavy ocean becomes smooth and fresh water which the boat glides across. And Vincent is a silent one, movement only marked by course correction and adjustment of the sail to catch the wind properly.

Aerith, should she set far enough forward, would never be in danger of the boom and if it were needed to swing so far, a soft warning would rise from the proximity of ruby eyes lit in the shadows at the stern.

Vincent also knows where the clear waters, the lotus and the fish, all of this is in shallow enough a place and in a hidden enough place that they'd see anyone else coming into sight but be out of view of whomever took shorter paths to wait for the dawnlight. Tiller is lashed, the anchor tossed over and the sail furled.

The drift of fabric on the wind and the soft click of boots that is Vincent moving around has a few words added to the ambient sound before the dawn.

"Won't be long. I can look away, if you want."

He won't... look at he truth if she doesn't want him to.