Once Sulu's feet comfortably hit bottom, he began trudging up the beach, already pulling his shirt off over his head, tossing the kit up out of the tide's reach. He had, actually, brought the sunscreen, but his mind was so unfocused that unless Ianto asked about it, there was no way he'd remember it himself. "Sun, surf and running for your life," he groaned, feeling his legs slowly turning to jelly under him. "That's what Starfleet has to offer on their scenic shoreleaves."

Then again, at least they got vacations. Ianto seemed more to mooch off of Sulu's downtime than get his own. Not that he minded in the slightest, but. It would probably do him - and all of Torchwood - good to take a day off.

The beach only lasted for a hundred yards or so, where it then met with a field of thick grass and small, almost gold flowers that Sulu had never seen before. They were obviously a type of weed or something, but they looked a whole lot more pleasant than thistles, so he didn't bother paying them any mind as he worked on getting his jeans off. It was... not the easiest thing he'd done.