-The Capital City, Arcadina-
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~Drizzle. Drizzle. Drizzle. Drizzle.
The faint taps of rain fell onto the shoulders of a sturdy youngster in black.
These were the late weeks before the summer finally ended.
Thus, Fall was still a few weeks away from emerging.
Yet, in this early September, the rains had come ever so gently as though to give a warning of what was yet to come.
The deck creaked and shifted beneath the youngster's feet. And the sounds of night sea birds quickly fluttered away from the creaky docks.
He had to admit. The smell was still bad.
Salty water, rotted fish, horse shit, tar/ship sealant, poultry and all sorts of smells were mixed to produce a unique that constantly bombarded his nostrils without mercy.
The youngster frowned in displeasure: "Brodie... Haven't the policies been enforced yet?"
