Do you hear the Ocean ? (English)

Do You Hear The Ocean ?

This is a translation of my story "entends-tu l'océan ?". I'm french, so please excuse me if there is some problems with the translation. Please let me know if I made a mistake by dropping a comment ;)
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On this fine sandy beach, the sun was beginning to disappear behind the sea, leaving the waves to turn a bright orange color. We were two, we were alone, we were lost.  He turned to me, the weight of a life of solitude on his shoulders, an uncertain smile on his lips, a bottle of rum in his right hand, his hat in his left hand.

His eyes reflected his doubts.

He was not himself.

I guessed it from his smile.

It was a smile that said "sorry".

He silently apologized, but I still didn't know why.

Was it me or himself he was asking for forgiveness ?

His hair was an extension of the night, as black as a cloudy night sky, an invisible moon.

Yet his dark eyes shone like two lost stars.

His mouth was a rosebud.

The young man beside me sat down on the sand and stretched out his legs to dip his bare feet in the salt water.

He focused again on the horizon after putting his orange hat on his right.

He didn't leave his bottle, however, and brought it to his lips.

I allowed myself to sit beside him.

I whispered, as if not to disturb the calm of our surroundings :

"What are you thinking, Ace?"

Said Ace huffed, bringing his knees up to his chest.

"To the family."

At that moment, a large crab passed in front of us, followed by two others a little smaller.

The two tiny crustaceans played claws, fought.

The largest crab stepped between them.

"That's us." he breathed, pointing at the animals as if he were somewhere else.

"And the big one is pops ?"

He nodded.

A comfortable silence settled.

Ace was engrossed in the spectacle of the three crabs.

I was detailing his face.

His freckles that dotted his cheeks like bright constellations, his cheekbones reddened by alcohol, his obsidian locks that flew in the wind, his eyes...

His eyes...

"Why ?"

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I cocked my head.

"Why what ?"

Ace took another sip of rum.

"Why don't you understand?

_I don't understand ?

_You don't understand that I have to go.

_I refuse you to go.

_Why ?

_Because you risk leaving your skin there.

_ He almost killed him.  It's my duty to go, Teach was under my responsibility.

_He almost had Satch.  It's unclear what he's capable of now that he's stolen the Devil Fruit.