You step off of your ship’s deck and onto another hardwood surface. You breathe in the warm fresh air, immersing yourself in the tropical atmosphere. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin as the sunlight covers the entirety of the island.
The welcoming docks of Shell island lead you to a lively area - The Monoah village. A humble little market being operated by the locals. A large gazebo sits at the top of this market. As you walk under it, a pleasant, breezy shadow takes you in.
The entirety of the neighborhood sits on a wooden plateau, seperating itself from the ground by at least fifteen metres. If you look through the small gaps in the wood, you can almost see the white sand at the bottom. You watch the local people go about their days - chatting, nonchalantly guarding their booths, bargaining…
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