It had been yet another restless night. His home had shook throughout the night, once again due to the high winds. It was always terrible for damage when the wind was up. He slowly fell out of bed, rolling out the side onto his feet. He stood up, his legs slowly creaking.
He soon paced over to his shelf, standing up his flora, brushing the loose dirt back into the pots. He casually got dressed, putting on the same greasy clothes he wore the night before. He soon returned to his draw, to put on a second pair of socks, remembering his boots had been soaked during his emergency call last night. All he was asked to do was to accompany Sarah to her home. Seems something had shaken her up. He was late though, so he soon dragged on his heavy-duty coat and exited his home.

He slammed the door behind him, slowly walking down his path, looking over at the house opposite his. It was such a shame they had used the same blue prints for each home. It left no imagination to his small neighbour hood. Every home was identical, you could only tell your own by the door numbers.
They still had a charm to them though, much like his homes back in England. Surprising, as everything else is foreign in construction, though he never knew why. It was never best to question.
The lights above him flickered faintly as he walked by, Seems the bulbs were going again, another job to be done. Fortunately it wasn't on his job rota for the day, which lifted a burden, as he never cared for the high ceilings.

Soon a co-worker of his walked past, looking worse for wear. Ryan soon parted his lips to greet him. "Morning Andrew, another busy night was it?" But Andrew had no patience to be welcoming this morning. He just barked back "you bloody well know it was, you saw the trouble when you were called upon. Fucking mess last night. Thankfully its not up to me to clear it up, so you better hurry, nobodies gonna want to see that. Andrew soon paced off to his home opposite Ryan's. He could tell the night before had shook him up badly. Ryan wondered who it had been. Was it that Woman Andrew cared for so? He decided not to wonder and just hurried to the door.  

Ryan slowly turned the wheel, unlocking the hefty metal door. He stepped through, pulling it closed. The wheel creaked grudgingly as he locked it shut. It was beginning to rust. "Another job to be done," he thought.  
But he had no time to inspect it, so he hurriedly climbed the stairs to reach the second door. He soon did the same as before, but was greeted by a heavy gust of wind and spray. He struggled to pull the door shut with the wind blowing against it, but he soon got it latched shut. He slouched into the wind to upright himself against it.

He gazed over the blood stained deck, looking towards the vast murky ocean beyond. The waves crashed against the ships hull, causing the ship to list to the starboard.

Ryan sighed to himself and questioned the voyage. "A voyage for learning and understanding. Bullshit. All we've got is another staff member dead and no fewer questions."