Tarqinder and Mark stood on the coast around Port Sarim, the dock sat quietly in the morning breeze and the boats were abandoned due to the scares of storm and sea life. "They've all run away, all the sailors have headed in land," Tarqinder noted. "We cannot blame them, it is only natural to fear being killed or drowned, is it not?" Mark asked. "Of course it's natural, and with all these fish, crocodiles, sea slugs, eels, frogs, crabs and a blessed shark, it must be very terrifying, especially if you're a fisherman." "I don't know, but we'll think of something." "Are you insane?" Mark replied.