“C’mon Oceana,” I call out. A girl about a foot shorter than her doorframe stepped out from the dome shaped house. She briskly walked from board to board toward me. I smile wide and opens my arms for a hug. Without hesitation, she walks right past me.

“We can’t be late, Porter.” She jumps from bridge to bridge. They sway from her force in each step. Disappointed, I walk after her. She begins walking her way toward the large gates that surround the inside of the city, leaving me far behind.

Every time I see the city, it’s in a different place. While there are several thousand anchors holding the city down, the tide can’t help but move it ever so slightly each day. It’s not much of a problem, because there’s only vast open seas to travel, and we’re the only civilisation on the planet.

“Are you excited, Port?” Oceana slows down her pace to walk next to me.

“Yeah. I know the play’s going to be great.” It was more of a hope. I had never seen a play before, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, or if I would enjoy it. The same was for Oceana, but she is far more excited than I am. We had both been looking for any reason to travel into the city, and this was the perfect opportunity.

We arrive about 10 minutes later. The place is entirely crowded. benches are bolted onto several flats of wood that all face an elevated platform. Merchants are going around selling raw fish kebabs, bagged shrimp, and candied seaweed on carts. I grab a small candy from a cart and pop it into my mouth. Thankfully, no one noticed. We walk to two open seats and take our places there. I look around at the surrounding people. I guess we weren’t the only ones excited.

There was a loud crash; a hit on a drum. I nearly jump out of my seat. The people quiet down and turn their attention to the platform. We all watch, waiting for something to happen. A loud voice rumbles the ground.

“13 NE, all things on land were well, until the flood.”