Scott seemed to be having a lucky day or at least a lucky hour. His slight sidestep, after bumping into Wade, as almost put him into position over a pair of painted footprints. Wearing a size thirteen boot, his feet were a bit big but as the instructor focused his attention on the well endowed Fin, he shuttled slightly, centering himself over the marks. He also quickly took his hands off his ears, lest that be something to attract their instructor’s attention onto the tall, lean fisherman. A good thing too, as the next things shouted at the band of recruits, were a series of instructions on how they were to stand. Hands at your sides, feet together, eyes straight, blah blah blah, the thing you would expect after watching a handful of war movies, which had a bootcamp segment.<br/><br/>His eyes didn’t stay straight however. Risking the wrath of Gunnery Sergeant Ermey, his mismatched eyes peered to his right and left, making him struggle not to smile. He counted himself lucky again, to his left, was the lovely Wade, showing off a lovely bosom covered with clinging teeshirt. To his right, their medic, Nerys if he remembered correctly. While she couldn’t compare with Kaija or Wade (in this respect) in matters of large...tracts of land, they were very nice and once again, defined by a wet teeshirt. Down the row a little bit, was Amy, their Olympian, seemingly without a bra on.This was a step up in the world, after spending his days out at sea, with three other guys, hauling in traps or nets.<br/><br/>“Sir yes Sir!” he shouted with the rest, before Ermey went now about his job, the same old speech one might hear in one of those old movies mentioned before, about breaking down and building up. The most interesting thing and the most unexpected thing however, was when the Gunny told them why the camp was located in East Africa. About how the first humans had learn to walk here and how they were going to make similar changes in themselves during training.  And here he had been thinking that military planners had just wanted to give them all sunburns and heat stroke.<br/><br/>Sounding off again, Scott moved with the crowd of recruits, towards the inprocessing building, pulling his mostly empty seabag off his back. He wasn’t carrying much; just his boat knives, a dog eared copy of the Hobbit and the folder of paperwork. Once inside, he stuck with those he had flown in with, if anything because there were simply more pretty girls in the that group. Drill couldn’t be too bad if there was plenty of eye candy.