The wind lightly brushed up on the surface of the ocean, carrying its salty fragrance with it.
It was a delicate, but stark smell brought relaxation when one gazed at the wide, beautiful ocean.
The only problem, was that the ocean was no longer beautiful. That means this aroma could no longer be associated with the beautiful view, but the death and carnage beneath the waves.
However, it was too early to be thinking about things like that.
Trying to suppress a yawn, Steve stared into the distance, he could easily see past the horizon, but today, he wasn't staring at anything in particular.
Behind him, was a constant bustleof activity. He, together with Manny, Vincent, Blaze and Calio, were currently on the Northern Island with a rather large group of people.