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The ship sails to the dock yard, waves lapping at the beach to what one would call a paradise. White pearly sand, plush, perfect greenery, and crystal clear waters, a cerulean sky. The young man that walked off the ship saw a small house, a a set of tents out. A fair skinned guy with dark brown hair, dressed in  green scout shorts, a  plaid shirt, and a hip holster carrying a small knife. He had a stubby beard and  bright green eyes. On his shoulders was a backpack of his camping gear.
				
			 
 
		 
			
		
		
		
	
	
			
		 
			
		
		
		
	
	
			
		 
			
		
		
		
	
	
			
		 
			
		
		
		
	
	
			
		 
 
		 
			
		
		
		
	
	
			
		