Thunder booms in the west as the skies of District 4 begin to grown dark with cloud cover. I wrap my coat tightly around myself as I make my way to the market down by the docks. As I walk along the muddy seaside street rain begins to fall, I give an irritated sigh as I had hoped to get to the market and back home before the gale settled in.</SPAN> After ten minutes of trudging through the rain and muddy streets, I reach the market only to be further dismayed. Because of the oncoming gale, most of the shops are closed and the few that are not did not sale food. The shops that were still open would close soon as well. The sky is completely dark now, the sun has set. The thunder in the west is now very near. My eyes turned to the sea. There was still some angler out there trying to get last minute work done, because a gale could keep them home for several days. I do not work on the big vessels; my job is at the docks hauling heavy fishing nets and carrying heavy cargo aboard the vessels that would be on long fishing trips. I had a fear and great hatred for the sea after it claimed the lives of my family. Every time I see one of the big Vessels out in the harbor images of the mangled remains of my family in the wreckage of their vessel flood my mind, I would never forget the day they died. Lightning flashes across the sky and rain begins to pour down hard then the wind begins to howl. It is no use trying to get home until the weather dies down a little bit, but with a gale, it could be several days before it dies down. So I sit down on a bench along the storefront out of the rain I pull the hood of my coat over my head to protect from the wind. "How do I get myself into these situations?" I ask myself aloud just as somebody approaches the shop. I cannot make out who it is in the wind and rain so I stand up quickly ready to leave if it is a peacekeeper.