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
