The 3rd July, the day before chaos begins. Already the problem had started; two boats had been forced to be rescued during the night because of alcohole. One had been on a collision course with another boat which had called it in. The weather had been prognosed to be warm and sunny which meant more people at the beaches, more boats out on the sea... everyone expected you to have a busy day.<br/><br/>Carl was the seniour officer working as you got to work, he shot you a smile and handed you a paper that had all the nights events listed. Carl was a middle-age man not too bad looking, not bad looking at all really considered the shape he kept himself in. His back, cut short hair had more than a little gray in it but that were more or less anything that made you be able to see that he had more than a few years under his belt.<br/><br/>"So you came?" He asked, more to tease than with any serious meaning. To actual coming to work on one of the busiest days of the year was always a treat.