<div align="center">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/034/873/604/4k/cordy-daler-main1.jpg?1613483509)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Amongst memories</span></span></span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/>The logo on the side of the ship was lost on all but Viv's mind. It was a Merchant Spire ship. It was old, and fairly rare. The Merchant Spire was a collection of organizations all coming under one banner for profit. They were mostly respected for striving to push forward profit and progress through technology and innovations but fell apart due to leaders coming and going with shifting ideals. Yet, one of their most striking factors was their merchant fleet. Relics of old, and this relic being on this cliff right now. <br/><br/>As they got closer the shadows continued to move around, ghostly whispers of laughter from both children and adults was heard from within their minds. Smells of cooked meats, fresh cut grass, the ocean sea and strong smell of pipe smoke. The shadows that moved around them swiftly came to a half and simply were carried away on the wind. The only one that remained was the shadow near the cliff. Near it's feet was a coil of rope that moved from it, to the ship and onto the deck.  <br/></tt></strong></span></span></div>