Only the faintest traces of sunlight could be seen on the horizon when the Captain burst into the crew’s quarters to wake the men up.
“Bird, you get some breakfast going while the rest of you help me get the diving gear organised.”
Bird looked uncharacteristically grumpy, wiping sleep from his eyes as he threw his legs over the edge of his bunk.
“This is bloody criminal,” he mumbled as he stepped into his jeans and pulled them on.
“How are ya this mornin’?” said Pete giving Toby his, by now, regular good morning kiss.
“Oi, cut it out you two,” moaned Sandy.
Pete reached out and slapped Sandy’s arse.
“I’m bloody well warning you!” Sandy snapped as his hand became a fist.
Toby smiled. “I’d say I was feeling the same as everyone else here.” He pulled on his underpants and a T-shirt. “
