Promptly, Finn was directed to the docks by a young worker the boss had assigned. The assignment had been delivered with a knowing smirk that Finn noted but didn't comment on.
The young man silently led Finn through the organized chaos of the docks. Through the hectic hustle and bustle of ships unloading goods, loading cargo, being cleaned and washed, being anchored to piers. Crews shouting to each other. Cranes lifting cargo that swung precariously over the water. The smell of salt, tar, fish, and unwashed bodies all mixing together.
He observed everything with a slight smile as the young worker led him across the entire length of the docks, across multiple sections of what Finn could only call the true heart of Hoshin Bay itself. Vast numbers of workers swarmed over ships, on the docks, everywhere, all moving with purpose and diligence.
