Urchin Harbor
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Urchin Harbor was bustling with noise and such, seeing as the time was close to night. The townspeople were rambling as usual, about things such as shops and who was recently eaten by a siren, as if these sirens were human predators. As usual, there was preparation going on in all places for the whale hunting, especially at this hour being perfect since nobody had to worry about work. Few stores were open, but one of them was a store slash restaurant. It was the Brooke Fishing Co. That was always open, and it was only because of the owner's daughter willing to stay awake at all times. That was the only interesting thing. That, and the fact that the Brooke Fishing Co. was actually selling whaling supplies on top of fishing supplies. And at an amazing deal too.
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Urchin Harbor was bustling with noise and such, seeing as the time was close to night. The townspeople were rambling as usual, about things such as shops and who was recently eaten by a siren, as if these sirens were human predators. As usual, there was preparation going on in all places for the whale hunting, especially at this hour being perfect since nobody had to worry about work. Few stores were open, but one of them was a store slash restaurant. It was the Brooke Fishing Co. That was always open, and it was only because of the owner's daughter willing to stay awake at all times. That was the only interesting thing. That, and the fact that the Brooke Fishing Co. was actually selling whaling supplies on top of fishing supplies. And at an amazing deal too.
Fishing Supplies / Whaling Supplies
Kiara Brooke
Kiara stood behind the counter with a blank expression. She hated how her dad made her work longer hours, but she was in a way, willing to help out. The girl kept her feet flat on the floor as she stared at the bell above the door. Passing the time until a customer showed up, Kiara had trouble keeping her eyes open. Her fingers ran through the mess of black hair on her head, feeling the oily strands draping on either side of her face. I need a bath. Of course, Kiara's thoughts had nothing to do with being clean. It had to do with her membrane. Kiara Brooke
She looked down at her wrist and picked at it. A shiny layer over her skin, that looked almost like a second skin, that prevented her from drying out. Most people described her hands as slimy, but that wasn't far from true. They were soft, indeed, but as she rested her palms against the counter, it seemed to leave a print of water on it. Kiara sighed and waited for a customer. This is how the time passed. Waiting for a customer, all the time every day. She figured more people would come in on a day where whaling supplies were being sold for an extremely low price. The deal was unmistakably good, said Kiara's dad. Nobody would miss on this opportunity, he said. Just when Kiara was about to fall asleep, she caught herself and looked at the safe on the desk. The case where she kept all the money. Her eyes shifted back to the bell on the door.
[75% off ALL whaling supplies! Open for interaction]