the sea air. usually, it had a calming effect on josie. the wind would run through her hair with the gentleness of a mother calming her child. today, she was pissed. she woke up to the stench of dead fish, some forgotten tuna laying merely ten feet from her, probably from the day before. then, a third of the equipment she was storing got mysteriously misplaced. it seemed like everyone was looking at her, waiting for her to lash out.
today, the air outside was choking her. she sat on the wood portside, eyes closed in some sort of calming ritual. her anger had set of a flame throughout her body, seething underneath her skin. sometimes just taking a moment to breath healed her. but some idiot was sharpening their blade a bit too close, and all she could think about was cutting their throat out with it.