Yoba, what a shithole.

Sebastian sat on the creaking wooden deck at the beach, the rain pelting down like a deluge and the waves aggressively beating against the underside, looking as grey as he felt. His umbrella rested on his shoulder as he held a cigarette to his lips, fighting the wind to get it lit and finally succeeding. The taste of smoke and nicotine on his tongue felt like a lifeline as he stared out blankly at the horizon, the storm blurring the line between sky and sea.