The salty sea breeze caressed the bay of Wind Breath Port.
Enormous wooden docks extended into the sea, weather-beaten sailboats moored in an orderly fashion, reflecting the resilience and simplicity of a life at sea.
Sailors busily loaded and unloaded goods, their rough voices echoing one after another.
On the narrow and winding cobblestone streets on the shore, buildings of varying heights flanked the roads, their stone walls overgrown with vines, most roofs were slanted with red tiles, and wisps of smoke occasionally puffed out of chimneys.
Ines leaned on the edge, sitting on a cargo box, her legs swinging leisurely.
Watching the flocks of white birds flying over the docks, one could occasionally glimpse a massive sea eagle sweeping across the azure horizon.
