He smiled. .
That smile was like a red sun breaking through a black cloud. It exposed bright white teeth and amazing blazing eyes. He turned his lineless palms out to face them in the universal gesture of peace.
Before the force of that grin they were lost. The spears fell to the sand; one of them struck point-down and hung there at an angle, quivering.
"Do you speak English?"
They only looked.
"Habla espanol?"
No they didn't. They definitely did not habla fucking espanol.
What did that mean?
Where was he?
Well, it would come in time. Rome wasn't built in a day,