Principle:S M O K E (ii)

[1A Land-Terra]

Night had fallen as Charla & Denny, alongside the others whom comprised the fishing crew, finally rounded back at the shoreline down from the village. The crude firelight from 'Port Athens' shone bright down at the beach. This was as the firelight flickered too and fro from the dense Pine and other evergreen trees stalking alongside the beach dock and village gates.
Mixed with the lantern system of the dock, the workers diligently unloaded the scores from the days work haul. For ten long hours did the crew fish away at the gleaming blue ocean.
But now, the ocean was blacker than raven wings. Blacker than the dark midnight hours, blacker than the ocean depths.. The fires of the lanterns and the village bonfires seemed to cut the edge of the darkness in the small and bright area of the world.
"Hand me a trestle net Charla", chimed Denny from the barge. "Of course!", Charla replied. Twelve other workers between the two barges were quickly unloading net, rod, and fish from the boats. The smell of salt brine and fish had risen amongst the burning embers of the work lights. The haul had been good. Over 175lbs of fresh fish Denny had reported. The workers knew that one or two more fishing trips would all the weather would give out before the season change.

East coast winters were very temperamental in the way they winters expressed themselves. Charla recalled two or three winters basically in turn, where there was not winter at all. Conditions of normal spring and summer stayed about all the year long. The pines and evergreen trees which Port Athens was encamped had been a fine natural barrier to most of the new worlds elements. But the temperate was followed by opposite conditions were it never seemed to warm up.. Charla was very small when these bitter nine month winters occurred, and now in her mid youth it seemed that some weather patterns had turned back to normalcy. The community hoped that this habit the weather exhibited would stay.

"I hope this winter will treat Athens well this one Denny", harped Charla as they bundled the last of the nets. Then Denny called back: "Now Now Charla this Port has stood a fair few storm. The Teachers tell of both Tornado and Hurricane these are big winds before our time.
I know Charla, we can go talk to Meister! Yes he will nullify your worries". This seemed to drive the night onward and Charla smiled and agreed.