![]() There was no shortage of piled crates and small fishing boats sitting around either – Mario saw with some surprise that some of the canoes nearby were filled with fresh-caught squid and clams, eyes still staring blankly. Only the typical hustle and bustle one would expect of a seaside harbor.Įxiting the underground station he had found himself on a small fishing platform or port of some sort they had come out on the far western side of the harbor, beside some enormous colorful storage warehouses against the overlooking rock wall. Right away their fears had not seemed well-grounded there was nothing dangerous that Mario could at first perceive. Never one to be dissuaded by talk of monsters, Mario had quickly left the quivering gossipers in the train station and come out to see for himself. ![]() The very first vibe he got was that this place was a busy one – at least most of the time. ![]() The air instantly smelled of fresh seafood, which greeted him like a wave and possibly due to the shady atmosphere, the sun didn't beat down on him right away. The loud cries of seagulls mingled with the harsh sounds of clanging metal as Mario came out of Ricco Station and emerged into the wide open morning beyond. ![]()
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