Mat never tires of the sea. He'd not want to be out far or down deep, but there's plenty of bits of sea that don't cover his head. And so many little fish and critters in and around the shore!

He plops himself down when Wilhelm chooses the proper place to set up, toeing off his boots and shrugging his vest off.

"I can set a bit of a magical guard, keep our things safe while we're enjoying the water." He nods to the cycle machine and his growing pile of outerwear. One of his magical snares set to snag anyone else who goes for their things would do the trick.

He'd rather not be worrying about his clothes and his instrument and whatnot.