To Entertaining Not To Do

The roar of the fog horn followed by the clanging buoy bells were the only sounds in the dark fog laden port. Shay could only see a few feet through the dense soup, but she knew her surroundings. Almost intimately. Crates waiting to be loaded as cargo surrounded her, giant airships hovered above her, waiting/wanting to take flight. And not far in front of her was her prey. She smiled to herself as she drew her dueling saber and navel revolver. Stepping slowly, softly, through the dampness.