"The sea-breeze over the dock would’ve been refreshing if it wasn’t for the fact that most of the ‘recruits’ had been rudely awakened and frogmarched over. A ruggedly handsome man, standing in naval regalia was handed a small list of names, their skills and background noted in a handful of words. He looked over the list, barking out in his commanding, echoing, drill sergeant voice: "RHYA LARKIN!"
If you'd like to find out want happened to Rhya follow this link. And good luck to Finlay in the next selection round.
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