The sun, salty mist, and wind beat down on the silver Aerial as she gazed into the distance. She smiled at the distant shore as she perched on the mast of her tiny ship; and she was approximately four feet away for one of the docks. She hopped off the ship, and onto the shore, letting it submerge into the murky waters of the Wetland Harbor.
The Pheladorian Wetlands weren’t all that great, at least to her. Nevertheless, it was nothing more that a trade market. The docks reeked of the sea and half-dead fish, traders argued with their customers on the right price for their goods, entire animals were tossed around like ragdolls as the were auctioned off, and Tidals leapt from the waves and onto the docks, shook off their coats, and strolled towards shore.
The voice of a stranger rang out behind her, a heavy Australian Accent. She turned, and grinned.