C238 Nameless Small Fishing Village

Gold Feather City, Little Fishery Village.

The waves gently lapped against the rocks, afraid of waking the sleeping figure with a sound.

On the shore, there were a few houses, looking rather shabby. It was a quiet evening. It was as if even the sea could not bear to disturb these pitiful fishermen. It was obvious that they were somewhat cautious.

It was a nameless fishing village