Harry turns against the railing. Behind him, the party on the beach rages on. He’s changed, back in the flowery button-up and shorts he wore at the beginning of the cruise. The sun is still relatively high in the sky; he can feel the beat of it against his skin, against the top of his head. He glances at the man standing to his right, casually sipping a mixer, gazing out at the crowd. Onboard, the party is not showing any signs of letting up, either.