It was a bright yet slightly overcast day near a pier in the Highlands. Scotland was walking around the busy and bustling harbor, waving and loudly greeting people he knew as he held a bottle of whiskey, drinking from it a few times before sighing deeply in relief. He stretched a little before leaning against the railing, staring at the waters.

"Aye, bloody hell... Am pure done in mate..."

Scotland said to himself with a loud chuckle and a taking another swig from his bottle. He was now a bit far away from the busier areas of the Harbor.