The waves lash gently against the wooden posts, the water here has always been calm and passive, it seems to represent the people of this small town. The fishermen here are not boisterous, they are quiet, at least when it comes to sound. They'll talk your ear off if you let them, they have lots of stories to tell. The pier here is long, it extends at least forty feet into the ocean, many ships are anchored to it, many people traverse down it buying and selling their local catches.
Wharf, Port
fish
bird
Flap flap flap. Worm! ANOTHER BIRD! Time to poop.