~ Caspian ~ It was a slow morning for Caspian. The house was quiet this morning, which was odd to him since he was usually the last one to get up. Yawning lazily, he scratched his back and made his way to the kitchen. The coffee pot was still empty. Killian wasn’t even up yet. Caspian furrowed his brows. It was so unlike his brother to not be up at the crack of dawn. Killian, the extreme workaholic, refused to sleep more than five hours a day. He claimed sleep was a complete waste of time. Well, maybe he had a long night, Caspian thought to himself as he made his way to the backyard. Lounging on one of the long chairs, Caspian stretched his muscles and cracked his neck. It was their fourth day on the island, and so far everything was going smoothly. Too smoothly, to be honest.