"What the... What are you doing on the shore old- I mean, father-in-law?"
Lyon scratched his head as he saw a mini bonfire was set up on the lonely shore under the starry skies. The moon was crescent as it lost three-fourth of its illuminating capabilities. The old man was sitting neatly with his legs crossed, listening to the crackle the dry wood made. The flame was burning with fire as the fish on the stick gradually change color.
The two servants were ecstatic as they saw their master. They ran toward him without any hesitation and leave the poor old man alone.
Lyon raised his hand to stop them from speaking any further before he joined the old man by the bonfire. The old man let out a heavy sigh before he muttered, "Why?"