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It was the sun that woke Sam up, the pink sunrise rushing in with the sound of the ocean swell through the open window above his desk. Blearily, he sat up and stretched, back and neck cracking audibly as he slowly peeled his eyes open, the clear emerald ocean just visible from his position slumped over in his chair. Dimly, he realised that he must have fallen asleep reading last night. The offending party - a printed copy of a particularly interesting article about field measurements of cetaceans published in Marine Mammal Science, stared up at him from the cluttered desk. Still not quite awake, he tucked it away back in his ‘to read’ pile, before locating his phone from where it was tucked underneath a stack of hastily scrawled notes and checking the time.

His blood ran cold.

He was going to be [i]late[/i].

Or at least, too late to make a proper fry up for breakfast. Cereal it was. He extricated himself from his chair, before grabbing a change of clothes and a towel and heading toward the shower block to wash away the night. 

Fifteen minutes later, and Sam was just about ready for the day as he made the short journey to the mess hall, taking in a lungful sea air. He opened the door, to find several people already there. He filled the kettle and set it to boil, before getting himself a bowl of Shreddies, combing a hand through his still-damp hair as he did so. From the looks of things, the request list was up, and Naomi was standing in front of it, looking pensive whilst Beau was nearby. It was nice having an intern around, and with her passion, Sam was sure she’d do well when (or with this place, it was probably a question of [i]if[/i]) she left the island and pursued a career.  

At that moment, the kettle clicked, steam pouring from the spout and a rumbling sound indicating the water was boiled. Sam poured himself a cup of tea, adding milk and two sugars, before fishing out the teabag and putting it in the bin. He yawned, before picking up his shreddies, and heading over toward where Beau was.

[color=7bcdc8]“Mornin’”[/color] he said, conscious of the way his grogginess exaggerated his fading welsh accent, [color=7bcdc8]“What’re you two up to today? Not letting Naomi boss you round too much are you Beau?”[/color] he grinned jokingly, and sat down at a table, tucking into his breakfast, eager to get started with the day as quickly as possible.

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