That Thursday afternoon was Warren's four-hundredth birthday. Normally, he would have been in his office at Crescent High, going over paperwork and dealing with the students-something he didn’t mind. However, he decided to leave early that day, after the numerous birthday wishes and little gifts that he had found in his office.
Crescenda had visited before he left and took the gifts with her when she found that he’d decided to leave early for the day and handle some business at his shipping yard.
Spending a couple of hours out there near the salt-filled air on the breezy dock, was a breath of literal fresh air for Warren. It helped that all shipments were going smoothly and the workers were in high performance.
After his business was done, Warren decided to head back in
