The atmosphere was cool and breezy.
Birds hovered, in their numbers, in the sky.
Most people around here were half-clothed and went about their businesses.
Ships were parked at the harbour and the ones that were ready to go blared their horns into the environment.
A man dressed in black shorts and an unbuttoned flower-themed shirt stepped out of one of the ships that had just arrived.
He looked at the luggage he brought along and instantly turned pale with exhaustion, going limp at the thought of carrying those all by himself.
He then looked out into the open surroundings, removed the shades that covered his eyes and inhaled deeply.
His eyes were blue and clear.
His hair was golden yellow, bushy and wild, extending down to the imaginary line that divided his back into upper and lower halves.
This person was slim and tall, reaching almost seven feet in standing height.