The day arrived, we we’re finally going to depart from our hometown, onto our neighboring continent. Our bags were packed and we we’re at the docks. Shanks, the captain of the ‘Sterling’ was awaiting the other familys to arrive.
I sat on my breifcase playing with some wooden tops that my brother had given me before departing into eastward lands. Sadly, we’ve not heard of him since months ago. I’ve always had a facination with tops and how they span, swirling, unstopable, and they’ve always been important to me, a keepsake from my brother.