They looked out and rested, then noting the sun was getting close to the horizon, they made their way back to the huge grey splotched aluminum hulk of their ship.
As Tom was about to follow Bart up the ladder, he noticed a solitary figure sitting at the edge of the sea.
"Hey, Willie," he hollered, "Come to chow." His voice echoed in the quiet. The figure waved and Tom turned back to join him. He sat down on a small boulder near where Willie was sitting and lit his tiny pipe.
Willie was sitting leaning back against a rock, and gazing dreamily out to sea. He didn't notice Tom.
"Hey, Willie," Tom said, puffing on his pipe.
Willie started and turned to Tom. "Oh, hi, Tom. I didn't know you'd come out."
"You wouldn't," Tom laughed, "not in that daydream. Thinking of some gal back home?"
"No, just thinking," Willie said. "Find anything interesting?"
"Just a lot of rock and ferns," he answered.
"Notice how the dead plants just pack under and don't decay?" Willie asked.