I arrived at the town square as dusk was settling over the area. Not a soul in sight but that strange sound was growing louder the closer I got to the water. I decided to avoid the docks for a bit and have a look about. There had to be someone here, or did the town literally roll it’s streets up at night?
I stopped by the library and noticed the new strange decor within. But, with a shrug of my shoulders, went over to the bookshelves and perused the offerings there. My gaze settled upon a book with a worn leather cover, it appeared to be a seaman’s journal. Odd, why would it be here in a public library? I lifted it from the shelf and after signing the check out form, made my way back out into the streets.
My next stop was the souvenir shop, surely someone…
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