The man is sitting still on the dock, holding a coat in his hand. He watches a boat drive away on the sea, the water splashing him a little.
It is a hot day and he is wearing a suit. He does not mind.
This man does not have name. No one around him knows his name.
He breathes in, smelling salt water. The boat's engine's are loud. He can also hear the songs of seagulls.
He is thinking of home.
He is going to wave at the boat, but he has not done it yet.