The rough wooden boards creak under foot and the magnificent ships with their elegantly crafted pale timber on both sides shadow you with their impressive size. The once billowing pure white sails are currently rolled up since the unusual ships are docked. You can also see the huge strong joints where their folding wings are neatly stored away in the side of the ship. These flying ships are breath taking miracles of experimental and futuristic engineering, they surprisingly use barely any magic in their flying process. You carry on walking down to the end of the specially shaped pier where there are a few people sitting or standing with long thin fishing rods in their hands already cast while they relax and chat to each other. You notice one middle aged man by himself sitting on a crate a little distance away from them gutting the exotic fish they've caught and intend to eat or sell.

You decide to go somewhere else