Puber jumped down from the deck and stood on the simple pier, looking around and stretching his stiff body from the long voyage. The warm sea breeze carried a hint of moisture, even making his hair feel slightly damp.
The surroundings were dominated by a somewhat chaotic thicket of shrubbery, with purple-red eucalyptus, gray-green barberry, and needle laurel with its petite white flowers, all common shrubs of the South. Clusters connected to clusters, covering the hills far and wide, extending to the inland before one could finally glimpse some small strips of tall tree forest, no more than three to five meters high.
Looking out, a winding path twisted towards the inland, with almost no one in sight except for a few people within two or three hundred meters of the dock—it truly felt like a land apart from the world.