He peered into the surf and waited. And we waited. I don't exactly recall how the following conversation got started or how it evolved, but it went something like this. When people are alone. And also for fishermen.
Fishermen do have lonely lives.
But to be a gay fisherman and alone, that is really very sad. A single man got out. He went down on the rocks to confer with the fisherman. He stood there waiting, and watching with the fisherman. And he's so patient.