Soft waves crashed against the island's shore, bringing up small crustaceans and seashells against the cold beach. It was a foggy morning, with a white blanket of mist settling over the land. Nelson grasped his grubby hat in his hands, his eyes staring at the sea in search for the vessel that might finally be arriving with his employer's guests.<br/><br/>The old gardener was not quite sure why he had been chosen for the task of introducing the guests to Dr. Black's small island. Having served the doctor for quite a few years now, the old man had become... acquainted with some of his employer's more obscure secrets. As the gardener and servant in the manor for the longest time, surpassing the young hawk-nosed butler who always seemed to get in Nelson Manswire's way, the gardener ocasionally acted as the doctor's eyes and ears, but he didn't usually serve as the diplomatic facet of Mr. Black's operations.<br/><br/>Not that he really knew about what exactly was going on with this dinner and stay at Heimlich Manor. He did know who the five guests were, of course. A college student, a medic, an entrepreneur, a stockbroker, and a musician. Nelson didn't appreciate a few of the people in the list. He was not quite certain that bringing the japanese man or even the russian musician to the island was wise, and he disliked stockbrokers as a norm.<br/><br/>The old man coughed slightly, placing his brown cap on his head and peering into the morning mist. There. In the distance. A vessel. A ship, heading to the island.<br/>"About bloody time, too." Nelson Manswire muttered to himself."Ah've been here all morning."