I see capt. john flint from treasure planet taking a brief break from a lengthy conversation with an old man who is wearing a slightly smaller capitans hat. Capt flint is standing tall, facing (northeast) towards the ocean. the old man looks to the right of capt flint out of dark, uniquely-deep-set eyes at waves crashing on the rock shelf.
*not pictured–a grey clouded sky dampens the mid-afternoon sun. a nippy wind whips in from the east. a small cove dotted with giant rocks under attack from the incoming tide. a decent sized cliff hanging over the small-boulder-dotted cove. a medium sized hill overlooking the small-boulder-dotted cove, where our characters stand, sits northwest of the cove. lastly, grass, shrubs and twelve sea-side dwelling trees are scattered between our characters and the cove.