A FEW HOURS EARLIER
Lawrence looks at the harbour and dockside with utter disgust. Black smog and smoke hang low between the dirty and dilapidated buildings giving the moored ships an eerie feel. The water is an oily, thick slurry, staining the sides of the ships a sickly black-greenish hue. Debris float in clusters as they slowly make their way to an open mooring spot.
Captain Davidson stands at the steering, scanning the surrounding area and giving orders to the crew. A deep frown contorts his features. They passed the Dragon's Destiny at the edge of the dockside. She is anchored at the shipyard. Scanning over her, he can tell she's crippled. Broken masts and missing side boards are just a partial spectrum of the damage done by the storm few weeks prior. A cause for concern clamps dow
