Early morning, Suo Yu Bay.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, the splendid dawn radiating under the glow of the rising sun, the shimmer of light reflecting in the morning mist and casting shimmering golden hues on the ocean's surface.
Compared to the aristocrats in the White Cliff District still lost in dreamland, the Saltwater District's common folk had long since begun their day's work.
Wave-breaking Pier, the true heart of Suo Yu Bay, was now perhaps at its busiest and most bustling moment of the day.
The distinctive salty smell of the port area filled the air, mingling with the sailors' coarse chatter, the shouts of stevedores, the hawkers' calls, and the ceaseless cries of seagulls circling overhead, creating a unique, vibrant atmosphere.
The indigo woolen long skirt swayed gently in the wind, its deep color sufficient to hide the inevitable stains from the Tavern and port;
