The orchard was peaceful this morning. A few ducks were picking around the roots of the venerable trees looking for treats. The wind was whispering among the leaves, and just a few fruit remained from the recent harvest. It was a perfect spot to sit in a morning coat and enjoy the view, while planning for the day’s adventure.
A pot of tea close at hand completed the picture of luxury.
Surely many in the world would envy his position, and his job.
For this was his job. To sit and admire the view, and occasionally take note of a new ship that happened by.
Then in a shocking instant, the world changed.
That island across the way was no longer there. The shockwave broke every one of his windows, and left him deaf for a few minutes after. The tsunami washed the harbor clean.