A thin sliver of golden sun just was just barely visible over the horizon, giving off just enough light to illuminate the famous black sands of the beach. This early in the morning, the beach was empty, save for a few dedicated joggers and two women carrying baskets.
"You know I hate swimming, Vale," the taller of the two women began as they walked on the beach. "So I don't know what you expect me to do here." She wore a solid pale pink tankini and had a pair of sunglasses perched on the top of her head.