"Whoa, the weather is so damn clear. I'd rather lay down on the beach and get a tan."

"Wake up. There's no place as chaotic as this these days."

"You're telling me to... Oh, okay. I'll have to figure out what to eat when we dock in a few days. Do you have anything you want to eat when you get down there?"

"Are you buying me anything?"

"No."

Mid-March 2032, off the coast of Miami, Florida.

USCGC Bernard C. Weber, Sentinel-class cutter, Coast Guard District 7, Sector Miami.