Directly across from the bay's mouth sat Boco Bay, the city. Five enormous piers jutted out from it like large teeth, with ships docked at almost every port. Even this late at night, people walked along the piers, loading and unloading the ships. The boardwalk, which ran along the bay in a three mile stretch, was intersected by countless streets that slowly rose away from the bay in low rolling hills. The steady slope made the rooftops jag upwards like large stairsteps. And every street from the water to where John stood was filled with all walks of life.
