JapaneseRonin

Chapter 1 A warm moist sea breeze grazed by the docks of St. Albus as it passed by the coarse bodies of the nearby sea sailors hard at work transporting large wooden crates of produce from their sea vessel onto the wooden platform.  The white sand was soft to the touch and the water was crystal clear with a hint of emerald green as it drifted inwards and outwards to and from the horizon lit by the crimson torch of the burning sun.  Along the north shore there were fisherman wading in the water to their knees with their fishing rods casting their lures into the clam beds eager to pull in something worth keeping, and down along the south shore