Let me see if I can phrase this better. "Vertical

Let me see if I can phrase this better. "Vertical Line, forward-slash, vertical line, space, circle." Can you take a hint? Morse code: dah-dit dah-dah-dah. Got it?

First day at camp and Tristan was stuck in a morse code class. He thought they'd be playing with pocket knives, lighting fires, climbing trees and tying the girls up with rope but

it was only dits & dahs. At night Tristan read old survival manuals so he'd learn anything. 3 weeks into survival camp, SpecOps from the Grand Duchy of Fenwick invaded camp, captur

Tristan decided it was out of respect for revenge, although he was also thirsty. After chugging a bottle of Scotch, Tristan got his first SpecOps assignment: to annihilate

himself. Tristan hid his shock. His SpecOps Leader handed him a folder. It had "KILL" stamped on it. He opened it and it was a picture of himself, a yearbook photo.

This wasn't what he'd expected when he accepted the job in the optical dispensary at all! Tristan spluttered in protest - handing out contact lenses was one thing, but cold blooded

murder was another. Okay, perhaps he was overreacting, but right now he didn't care. he quit right then and there. Of course, Specsavers wasn't going to let him get away with this.

Entered the car and drove to the beach. Did not bother to lock the car, left the door ajar. Walked on the sand without shoes, the water cold on his feet.

The foam lapped at them. Sand ran between his toes. Bivalves squiirted his calves. A fish nibbled. He waded in. The Sea. The Sea. It bathed him clean & took away all that ailed him