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Mik had wasted away a good portion of the day mindlessly ambling around the beach, looking for some work to do around the island. Really it was an excuse for Mik to do more of nothing, explore his new prison. After a brief stint of getting lost in the jungle he was more than happy to stay by the beach. He was perfectly fine doing nothing but sit on the beach and ignore the world around him, but life had other plans.
"Hey," Mik said, as he approached the red-headed woman. He already felt like a little kid interrupting an adult hard at work. "I'm new here... The beach guy. Mik," he said, wondering if she would comment on him washing ashore. It was apparently the latest, hottest gossip. "Been here a few days now," and apparently that was enough time to sulk. Taking rations without giving anything back. Wasn't that what he'd been doing for the last two years? Here there were no debt collectors to destroy his hopes of ever getting back on his feet, so that was a plus. It was hard to stir up the motivation to do anything though, unless it was wasting time.
"Someone said you helped organise work around here?" Mik said, trying to warm her up with a smile. Maybe he could think of the work as a bootcamp, something to get himself back in shape.
