Trouble In Paradise

The sun began to rise as a large Marine ship sat, docked in an island harbor. It had arrived about an hour ago and cargo was still being removed from it. The island itself was known as Cassiopeia. It was a lovely island whose ports were usually frequented by the Marines. It contained a lush and less explored countryside, home to many villages. The coast though was where all the money went. Within this costal town sat a cafe with pristine white walls and blue accents all over. It was positively ravishing. There at one of the many two person tables, situated in the outside sun, were two red haired Marines. The much taller one wore an entirely black outfit with a large brimmed black hat. He sipped a glass of wine calmly as he watched the ship. "Pretty gorgeous out here isn't it." He spoke to the girl across from him.