When the sun set and the tide was high and the palm trees were silhouetted against the orange dusk Kane was still there.  Even when the mosquitoes were livid and the lanterns offered little light and the flag chattered in the wind, Kane was still there.  The time drew on, the stars peeped as the night waned into a deep blue, Kane sat on the sand with his hands on his knees and tried to imagine what it would be like to go to the Games.

The table was abandoned, the makeshift coconut rackets lay idle.  It had been a long day.  The team had gone to bed ages ago, but Kane was restless and thought a midnight training session helped him focus.  His coach disagreed.