An Angry Man Is Dangerous

A gentle wind drifted across the quiet harbor, carrying the scent of salt, damp wood, and distant rain lingering beyond the horizon. Lanterns swayed softly from weathered posts, casting warm, uneven circles of light that shimmered across the rippling water. Small boats bobbed in an easy, unhurried rhythm, their ropes tapping lightly against the docks like a slow, familiar heartbeat. The fading evening sky deepened into layers of muted gold, rose, and violet, each shade reflecting in countless broken fragments across the bay. A few gulls circled lazily overhead, their calls softened by the growing calm.