So, you all landed on an island. A light breeze was blowing, bringing the smell of the ocean. Of course, you had come here for a reason, you had a mission, but... so much had happened in the last few days that you just wanted to rest.

When the evening came and everyone was busy with their own business, you left your room and went to the ocean. When you got there, you saw a beautiful view, warm sand with shells and small waves from the wind. You sat down on the sand, enjoying the peace and quiet, listening only to the waves slowly lapping at your feet. About half an hour passed like that, you were interrupted by a gentle tap on the shoulder.

"The water is warm, let's go," the quiet voice came of your classmate Liam, who had flown in with you on the mission. He was already shirtless, wearing only shorts, and he went into the water until he was far enough in to start swimming.

You watched him float in the water and smiled slightly as he waved his hand, shouting that the water was really warm and clean, and kept swimming.