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The waves lazily lap around, knocking the fishing boats against piers as the fishermen try to time their leaps to the safety of stable jetty. Seabirds scratch their taunts, hoping to extract a thrown scrap of fish from one of the plentiful piscators.
Further toward dry land murmurs rise from the local townsfolk to meet the seabirds as they walk the esplanade market stalls to survey the most recent catches, as well as the trends that have arrived from over the water.
Above this idyllic scene rises the local fortifications, a constant reminder to all who sail past that their freedom is granted as a gift, not a right… for now...
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