The wind hums and moans, but my ears barely notice. All they can focus on is the melody dripping from beautiful mouths and plucked guitars, carried by the wind, twisting past me in ribbons of mischief. My head turns to locate the source, unable to find anything resembling what my brain had conjured up in place of the voices and guitars. Instead, my eyes see hats. They have stark white skulls and crossbones on their black exterior, standing out against the sky that holds its breath, blushing purple. Plastic swords hang in cargo brown belt loops, crooning guitars slung messily over their shoulders. The two of them stand around the fire on the cool sand. My eyebrows arch, curious. My legs walk cautiously towards them. The one with the red bandana around his tan ankle drifts his gaze to rest on my face, his curiosity mirroring my own. My cheeks begin to flame as my legs pull me back. They take me towards the grainy pier. His gaze remains in my sight the rest of the walk, their voices echoing in my head.