A school of fish started jumping at the nearby coast. But this sight, though amazing to any onlookers to the birds that were flying above, it was another set of a grand feast to them. The fishes who were caught to this bird's sharp beak never thought that they would not be able to return back to the waters they always live for, anymore.
"What tragedy for those poor fishes..." Nicholas Grande situated at the highest point of the fundamental mast of the boat in his shipyard watched the scene with great interest playing in his eyes. "Hmm. Now that's make wondering. Let's see what would the world have laid for me?" He plucked a card from his left sleeve.
The wind blew excessively hard today, making his bright green coat fluttered along with it. Waves, from time to time, rocking the ship as well. But it seemed it didn't frighten the young man. Albeit, he was already used to it.
"Oh. Nine of Pentacles, up!" His eyes flickered with excitement.
