The harbor was bustling. Trade ships were loading, naval ships docking. You were there to observe the ships, of course. The naval ships were gargantuan, sails billowing, flags waving. But, with eyes focused on the ships, you weren’t focused on where you were going. You crashed right into a tall man. His eyes widened.

“Ah! My apologies! You may want to watch where you’re going in the future.”

He bowed. He was wearing the clothing of a Commodore.