Twas a Glorious Day!
The port is desolate now, save for the occasional nerf dart or tennis ball hiding in the brush. The wharf is gone, packed neatly away in a forest clearing. It’s quiet, so incredibly quiet. And yet, if you listen closely, you can still hear the shouting of the crews as they fire their cannons at each other’s ships. You can still hear the joyous music wafting through the town and out onto the docks. You …