"In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to wear long-sleeved shirts-" though Arnaldo to himself as he wiped his sweaty forehead with his handkerchief. He took off his shoes and vest and laid his body down on the white folded beach chair. He laid his head back and just gazed out at the endless blue in front of him.

He was currently at the end of a small wooden pier on one of Ragusa's many beaches. Since he wasn't going to swim, he decided to go ahead and find a place ...