Colyn trudged over the rocky outcrop towards the Lookout, hands jammed in pockets and head bowed against the wailing coastal winds. The sea looked bleak and lifeless, mirroring the dull skies. Hardly a scintillating view to entertain him over the next few hours.
“About time too.”
The watchman on duty eyed Colyn as he entered the cold stone hut. Colyn shrugged.
“If you’re late again, I have no doubt the Commander will have something to say about it. Perhaps he’ll double your hours.”