"John? What did you do?"
Jack felt the familiar tingling of Time being manipulated; that usually didn't mean anything good.
John was taking in the view - the most beautiful shades of blue and green, waves gently lapping at sand as white as snow - and gave him his best fake innocent look.
"I might have put a lock on this place."
"What?"
"Relax, it won't be more than a glitch in Standard Time."
"How long inside the bubble?"
"Six hours."
"A day on the beach?"
Jack started to smille.
"Actually, captain, this might be one of your better ideas."