Rick left the trembling oyster vendor behind to deal with the angry mob of scammed tourists, as he continued his casual stroll down the sprawling, sun-drenched wooden boardwalk of the Azure Harbor Marina, deciding to inspect the deeper, more exclusive sections of his newly acquired territory.
He walked past rows of pristine, multi-million dollar luxury vessels bobbing gently in the crystal-clear water, smelling the heavy mixture of expensive sea salt and premium boat wax, until his sharp, system-enhanced hearing picked up the sound of loud, obnoxious giggling coming from an elite rental slip.
Docked at the end of the restricted pier was a massive, three-story luxury rental yacht boasting a sleek white fiberglass hull and a sprawling teakwood deck, which was typically reserved for the city's highest-paying executives to host private offshore parties.
