They stood on the quay side taking in the salty tang of the ocean as it rolled away before them, its foamy waves lapping gently against the gnarled, moss covered timbers of the dock. Seagulls soared majestically on the rousing breeze as they searched incessantly for scraps of food, and hark; the clement tolling of a ship's bell could be heard chiming almost indistinctly in the distance. A fine mist pervaded the tableau, its silken droplets alighting on their lips like angels wings. It tasted of the deep blue wilderness ahead of them, its fickle surface, and of its unseen and treacherous depths. As they watched in awe they sensed the power of its dormant quiescence, and reflected introspectively, uncertain as to what adventures and discoveries awaited them.
“What a complete dump,” said Ron
