It's another day down in the Sunken Harbors.
The boxes that are to be towed to Monsieur Devour are heavy and not at all easily handled. The green, fungi-wood boxes are hard to get any grip on, but as sailors of the Black Sea, they'll have to make do with it. As the crew loaded out the many boxes, packing them onto small delivery carts, their shadows played on the backdrop of the city. The green hues of the glowing civilization this far beneath the Earth beamed hope and light into one's soul. At first sight, anyways. Living in a town like this could prove to be just as daunting and melancholy as the seas themselves. At the very peak of the city line, there was a rather taller, wider building that opened up like a concave semi-circle. This was the Federation Building.
The Federation Building was infamous, yet famous. Infamous for being hard to get into, but famous for the riches that were promised to any sea-farers that could handle their brutal tasks. Each crew member could think of at least one story about the place. They'd send sailors out to the darkest depths to chart what was still unknown, or they'd send ships as spies to gain information on the rivaling gangs and pirates of the Black Sea. Of course, there was no way the crew of Delphino Plaza would be seeing the inside of that building anytime soon. Not with their non-existent reputation.
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