I spat onto the cobbles and looked out across the harbor. No one else was awake yet. Only the distant chimes of the fishing boats and the gentle sounds of undulating water against the mooring posts were audible. The sun had barely risen and a hazy sky matched the thin fog rising from the water. It lined the streets, curling around the little jigsawed houses. A strange sight it was indeed, and unless my groggy, dazed imagination betrayed me, the fog seemed to curl up and around one of the far-off watch towers. I frowned, dismissing it into the depths of my sluggish mind, then turned and promptly patrolled in the opposite direction.