Patent leather shoes don't do well on sandy surfaces so Castle stops at the treeline, balancing on one foot while he removes his footwear. Beckett's already in the water by the time he de-clothes and catches up with her. He's comically skittish about wading in. 'Gives her a wary look before the small whitecaps overwhelm his ankles.

"I hope this doesn't detract from your manly image of me --" he jumps when a rogue wave rises up to smack him in the chest, letting out a whoop that certainly doesn't sound very masculine.