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Dolphins, huh? 

 Sam took a pensive bite of shreddies. Today was Pinniped weigh-day, a gruelling process that was as important as it was time-consuming, ergo, something he like to get over and done with as early in the day as possible. not to mention the fact that there were a lot of animals he was seriously concerned about; Jill was still so ill and struggling to put on weight because of it, and Phoebe was still recovering from her eye surgery.

Things would be fine without him for a half hour though, and Sam really wanted to try out that new digital camera measuring technique for cetaceans he’d read about - something which would doubtless prove invaluable to both their field studies and rescue efforts if they could figure out a way to A) incorporate it, and B) see if it actually worked. Not to mention that Jill’s illness really [i]was[/i] concerning, and he wanted to talk to Beau about the fact that she didn’t seem to be responding to the antibiotics she was currently on and might need something a little stronger. 

 He finished off his shreddies, before responding in an excited tone,[color=7bcdc8] “Sure, I need to help out with our flippered-friends later, but I was reading about this really cool technique for measuring cetaceans by their dorsal fin using just a digital camera last night, and I’d like to give it a try whilst the light's still good,”[/color] he picked up his empty dish and stood before wandering over to the nearby kitchen sink and turning the tap on, [color=7bcdc8]“I’d like to talk to you about Jill, the harbour seal, too - maybe if you’ve got time this afternoon you could pop down and have a look at her?”[/color] he continued, raising his voice slightly so Beau could hear over the rushing water.

As he was putting away his, now clean, dishes, he noticed a bit of a kerfuffle going on outside the window - an approaching boat it looked like. Not really anything new, and with a confident looking Max heading out to see them down, Sam doubted there’d be much trouble. There never really was - he could probably count on one hand the amount of serious confrontations he’d seen whilst working at Haven, most of which had been misunderstandings, and all of which had been quickly sorted by Max. Christ, he’d seen more trouble growing up in Prestatyn, and that wasn’t exactly the most exciting place on the planet. But still, he couldn’t help but be curious, [color=7bcdc8]“’Wonder what’s going on out there?” [/color]

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