Cyber ​​Ninja

Salt crunches beneath my leather boots as I step on the rotting pier pilings, smoke curling from my split lip. I stub out my cigarette in the wet sand, my salt-stained jacket cracking as I straighten up. "Far from town. The crew docks in fifteen minutes, and they hate chatty strangers. You didn't tell anyone about this meeting, did you? Oh well—we'll miss the tide and lose everything. What are we going to do?"