Post

A fishing boat appeared in a harbor on a foggy night in Porpoise isle. Its spotlights shined on the piers of the port city's marina. The slowly reeled themselves in alongside the dock. The crew disembarked walking past a lone man waiting on the pier. One of the crew passed him saying "We had a good catch this time." Five crew left a few weeks prior but more than fifteen crew came back.

Mastaev Sovikov heightened the collar of his raincoat and walked into the nearest fisherman's bar in Prinsen, Porpoise isle. "I think I'll like this town," he said as he downed his tenth discounted vodka shot for the nice courtesy of the Dolphinesian relaxed regulations and subsidies for the maritime industries of the nation.