// The chatter of the huge docks wasn’t unfamiliar, the sound of people living lives, personally unknown by Flynt was somewhat calming. The sun beat down in the crew as they loaded boxes wearily onto the ship, tired and sweaty. Other crews and ships did the same with their own boats, some shooting glares as if they were enemies. Flynt heaved another box into his clammy hands, sweat dripping down his neck. Swarms of people passed by, talking, chattering, bargaining. Women tended to flood to the boats as well, hoping to score some handsome crewmen. They giggled and gossiped, watching the men do their work. //