The sea brought in a misty breeze, spraying wet salt on the old man's face. He breathed in the cool, brisk air and made his way outside. The ocean was calm and shrouded in the morning mist so that one could see no more than a mile out into the swirling surf, and the lulling sound of the lapping waves could drive one mad. A bell clanged in the distance. "Half past nine I see", the old man grunted. He made his way down the cobblestone walk that paved the entire area surrounded by the bay, and as he pressed on, more people were waking up and producing more sound. Soon, the entire city was filled with intersting people and enticing smells; this is why the old man lived here.
Meh, I was going to write about pirates, but oh well.
