Req had tried to escape.. hide from the spirits.. those ghostly voices that never let him sleep. Without his nephew there to help him sleep, he'd sought out anything else that could have helped him. Perhaps the waves would be able to drowned out the voices till he could find some way to master it all or else loose his mind to them all together.
He was in the tree line, hiding in a way or so he thought, just watching the push and pull of the tide as each wave rolled in and broke upon the sand. it was almost soothing to watch them.. almost.. if he couldn't have still heard a faint whispering in his ears.