In the City of Sails they have quite traditional values. There is no room to grow. Quite literally. The women cook and then men fish and that is how it goes.

In the City of Sails all the children have ever known is the swaying of the sea. The only bird they have ever heard is seagulls speak.

And in the night, when they dream, they see fantastic things like deer and maybe trees.

The elderly in this city mope most. For they had trouble adapting without a coast. They reminisce and tell stories to the kids. This stew once had beef, and the air wasn’t also so salty. Remember? they’d say. The dirt, the mud? The green and the yellow and colors other than blue.

There aren’t many visitors or vacations, everyone stays in their own stations. The water is still and the people are grim, besides the children. For the ocean is all they’ve ever known the swaying and rocking of the boats.

The City of Sails is it for them.