Dock Rumors

The dock was a part of the island where fishermen gathered with their early morning catch.

It had a large hall filled with people bidding for fresh seafood, many of them securing ingredients for establishments and inns that catered to tourists. There were also market stall owners gathering produce for their specialty shops.

Geale scrunched his nose as the strong, briny-scented breeze blew past him. He walked closely behind Marnthe along a pavement that led past the dock.

The sun had peeked over the calm sea, painting the dim sky with streaks of orange and indigo hues.

Geale slipped his hands inside the pocket of a white jacket that Marnthe told him to wear. The early morning breeze was cold enough to make him shiver, even with his slim-fit jeans warming his legs.

At least it gave him an excuse to let his hair trail over his back.