This chapter is for eiluj:


Dawn slid across the cold water of the bay, banishing the fog that had gathered during the night. The seagulls cried welcome to the new day, skimming over the boats of the marina looking for tidbits to break their fast. There was little food to be had. Decks, for the most part, had been swept clean and there was nothing on the pier, save for a small harp and a worn leather money belt with a few bills and coins.