After a most joyous skim across the pond, Thomas was ready for a sauna, a bath, and a good nap. Unfortunately, as with most wants in the world, these would have to wait. As soon as the gangplank dropped for passengers to disembark the ship, Thomas' senses were assaulted. The smell and sounds of a well-used wharf, seemingly held back by an invisible wall, finally washed over him. The scents of decomposing fish and vegetation, the stinging in his eyes and cheeks of hot industrial oils, as well ...
