The surf crashed over the head of the sandy haired young man. Taking a quick gasp for air, he emerged from beneath the waves, steam rising off of his hair and face while his copper hued eyes tried to find his bearings. Laughter could be heard coming from the busy shore, as Lorcán looked towards the student crowded beach.

The weekend before the Semester kick off was always the busiest weekend at Pacific Royal. Students new and returning were arriving at the island and enjoying everything the campus had to offer.

Having lived his whole life on the island, none of it phased Lorcán, if anything he took it for granted. But one thing he never tired was watching the smile grow on the face of a new student the first time they stepped off the ferry.

Climbing aboard his surfboard, Lorcán paddled toward shore.

"For someone who has been on a board since he could walk, you wouldn't know it" The voice of ___ called out over the crashing waves above the din if the busy beach.

"Guess the water just isn't my element today," Lorcán replied cooly as he dismounted in the shallows and picked the board up under his arm.