The morning after the yearling party, he awoke to a pounding throb in the back of his head and the feeling of nausea churning in his gut. Narrowing his eyes to the pain, he was eventually able to fight his way out of his sleeping quarters- eager to get some fresh air to hopefully help his foggy mind to clear. But once out in the sunlight, he wasn’t sure if leaving the shadows had been the right call or not. Regardless, he wasn’t going to turn back now, and his body would just have to acclimate. However, with his first hangover in full swing, it helped him to forget the rest of his aches and pains. Rolling his shoulders, he still felt the twinge of protest in his muscles. While he was still sore in spots, he was certainly relieved to put his injuries from the crocodile fight mostly behind him. But now, for the next round of trouble.
It seemed the ebb and flow of the tide kept marked time with the pulse of his headache. Even still, he didn’t want to entertain the thought of not getting anything accomplished today. With his attention drifting out over the ocean, he tried to make a plan. Even if it only came to intuition one step at a time.
Juggernaut
Professor
