The Isolated Island (1)
Seagulls flew by, the sea was calm, and the sound of the sea-bound wind rolled into the pier with a salty smell.
A dilapidated and run-down ship a few stories high was docked by the pier.
The dock was already crowded with people, crowded and noisy, everyone held items of baggage and carts in their hands, sweating profusely among the pile of people packed like sardines.
The smell of sweat and smelly feet, a man's yelling curse, and a woman's high-heeled shoes stamping against the wooden dock became the first thing to greet Chu Yi when he opened his eyes.
The scorching sun reflected off the rusty red paint of the ship at Harbour, when he squinted his eyes, Chu Yi could vaguely see the name of the ship, Narézon.
The dazzling sunlight reflected the dusty and rickety structure, its huge shadows covered their heads from the sea.