Merchants call out their wares and try desperately to get the attention of the wealthier passerby. People from all over the world hustle to and fro, some keenly eyeing the many tapestries, spices, tools and foods, others openly staring in wonder. Still others hurry along, heads down and avoiding eye contact. Colors, smells and sounds assault the senses. The cries of the gulls can hardly be deciphered from the chatter of the crowds, the ringing of the blacksmith's hammer, the bells of the nearby shipyard, and the hollers of the merchants.
Marketplace, Port
blacksmith
child
I usually go to the park to watch my child play. I am a one and only child. I am my parent's favorite child.
Mom? Dad? where are you?! How did you get lost in the marketplace child? i don't know. I was here with my parents. I went to look at the toys over there and when I turned around they were gone What are their names child? Barry and Julie. Can you help me find them? I think they just purchased a hammer from me! Let's see if they walked to the other shop. Thank you! do you have children? I do not. But I was one.  I am my parents only child. They must be worried. How long ago did you see them? It was about 30 minutes ago I think I hope they haven't gone too far Oh wait, maybe these are the hammers they meant to get. I don't think they ever took them.