We both gazed out at the sea, which seemed to be slowly bringing rain. Every so often a breaker would come rolling in. Following a silence of ten waves, Atile’i asked me another time, “Is the weather fair at sea today?” “Very fair,” I replied and for the first time I realized I could ask him back. “Is the weather fair on your sea today?” “Yes it is, extremely fair,” Atile’i replied. I don’t know why, but right at that moment we both began to cry.
