The morning air was crisp, and stung Tidas' lungs as he stood on the deck of the ship, and yawned. The sun was just starting to stain the darkened sky a deep blue as people ran back and forth with equipment. The people still recovering, like the captain's daughter, were being moved off of the ship along with their haul..
The cargo was being unloaded and stored with a family that the captain knew, as well as any still sick. The situation at the docks closest to the capital was unknown, and no one wanted to put the people, or their profits in harm's way. Everything had been unloaded, packed, and stored away before vivid colors had chased away the lingering night.
