Moss crouches by the hull, fingers sinking into the soft wood, while Kael leans forward, scarred arm visible.Moss stands broad, hand splayed on the rotting hull, amber eyes glinting under the storm-indifferent sky.Moss stands on the southern dock, hand touching a weathered poster, the stormy sea stretching endlessly behind him.Moss stands rigid at the tidemouth harbor, amber-streaked eyes reflecting the stormy sea, hands braced on the wooden dock.Moss stands on the warehouse roof, hands gripping the edge, a broad silhouette against the stormy, starlit sky.Moss sits on the dock, legs dangling over the green-black water, hands resting on his thighs, the harbor lanterns swinging gently.Moss sits on the dock, hands wiping caulking compound on his trousers, the green-black water lapping lazily below.Moss and Kael sit side by side on the warehouse roof, the fiery sunset reflecting on the ocean below, their silhouettes distinct against the sky.
