The sound of rope softly ticking against spar mingled with the cries of seagulls circling above. It was the ever present sound of the Dusk Sea that dominated the docks, where as people making merry could be heard in the distance, from the many taverns and brothels that offered food and entertainment to the less than savoury citizens of Nether's Gate.
A very small natural harbor, Rande's Landing is nestled between a natural barrier to the north and low, soft beaches to the south, beaches cluttered with planks, spars, and cordage and often used for ship maintenance. The dock itself is a single, sturdy pier reaching out beyond the tide wash into the Dusk Sea's diurnal tide, large enough for two large vessels at most. A veritable flotilla of smaller island-hopping craft can be seen either pulled up on the beach or tied to the boardwalk, small ships capable of crossing the Dusk Sea in three tides.
To the west, the nearby Hangman's Noose forms the center of town flanked by a forest of small, low, wooden buildings that make up the villainous hive. The infamous Scarlet Hydra can be seen at the far side of the Hangman's Noose square even from here, a building that, like much of Nether's Gate, never slept.
It wasn't much of a boat. In fact it wasn't even a Yewl. It was quite simply a Jolly rowing boat, a dinghy that was not fitted for the open seas. To Marcello however it was his own personal Galleon. Filled with his meagre belongings in a chest, including what few coins he had left, this Jolly thing had lasted him the entire journey from the Lesser Rande waves, where the Sea Mistress had seen her last flickers. His arms ached from the effort.
Humming Marcello manoeuvred through the familiar harbour to end up at the boardwalk. He wore his customary white shirt, with a touch of lace for his vanity, but with the cravat safely hidden in the chest. His old pair of black leather breeches that fit so snugly ended in a pair of weathered leather boats. A tricorn hat, once stolen from one or other captain that had not survived the trip stood impishly on his head, slightly tipped up.
"Avast!" Marcello called out friendly to the folks that might be about. He moved his chest to the boardwalk, climbing after it. He resisted laughing out loud in triumph. He had done it again. He survived.