Had it really been fifteen years? James leaned on the railing of the Far Talon and looked across the harbor. The first time he'd seen any city from the sea, he'd been a lad of eighteen and merely a ship's boy. Now he was the First Mate, the position he'd inherited after the former First Mate retired. “She's a sight, ain't she?” the Captain said, noting James' interest in Qeynos. “Freeport's such a filthy city, even from a distance. Give me Qeynos any day!” “I grew up in Freeport,” James replied, turning away. “What's missing?” “Your first time here, then?” she asked him. “In Qeynos Harbor?” “Me?”