The lads are already up and eating toast with eggs.
“Look what the cat dragged in, decide it was time to get up?” Aaron asked. The other fellas sniggered.
“Very funny,” Derek replied.
“I’m surprised he’s alive at all. You were really knocking them back,” Marcus intejected.
“Me too. I thought we’d have to delay the mission,” Charles added.
“Thank you all for your concern,” Derek just about managed to reply.
Mick spoke, his tone serious. “You will be able to take part in the mission, won’t you. We need to leave in under two hours on your shipped .”
Derek nods in the affirmative.
The guys talk about soccer briefly before heading out for a walk around the island. It gives Derek time to savor his food, he swears before God it has never tasted so good.
Maeve comes from the bedroom, her eyes drooping. “Where are they gone?”
“Out for a stroll.” Derek says having perked up somewhat after finishing his third cup of tea. “Actually, I’m going to head over now and check up on the ship. I’ll meet everyone over there for the departure.
It’s a sunny, pleasant day outside. There is not a cloud in the sky.
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