{Three Days Before Leviathan's Invasion}
It is a perfect early morning in late summer on the shipping docks.
Multiple private and company ships of all sizes are tethered to their post.
Someone carrying a large backpack is walking along the wooden gangway, takes a pack of fags out their pocket, and removes one.
Ichythis(24), is wearing an orange sweater, the sleeves rolled up, and cargo pants. There is a small gold nose ring through her left nostril and the length of her bright orange hair is halfway down her neck.
The hardcore, physically cut woman ignites the cigarette and takes a deep inhale with a smokey exhale that is equally long.
She stops and admires her passed down, refurbished Cape Islander.
With dark tinted windows, it blocks view of everything inside.
The dock lights around the vessel are on and the dockhand takes another drag.
Ichythis(to herself): "Damn it, Kay.