Living at the docks in Brighton is a simple life; to haul, work, and then sleep.

Oliver Wood has always been a simple guy, with a simple life, with a simple family, and with a simple goal; to go to college, a pipe-dream, but one that he spent his time studying for, instead of earning coin.

Wracking his head over the random papers he scrounged up, he spied an discarded captain's log. It was filled with big words that Oliver didn't understand, but there was something different about this one.

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Some new cargo entered the harbor.