The northern edge of Hak Etme meets the Spillwave Sea at a weatherworn, makeshift port where a handful of crooked wooden docks push out into the calm, warm water. The structures here are minimal and poorly maintained, built from mismatched planks and salvaged materials, with a small, crude marina of simple moorings and leaning posts rather than any formal harbour. A few ramshackle sheds and half-collapsed shelters sit back from the shoreline, offering limited storage or shade but little real protection from the elements. The sea itself remains gentle and inviting, its waters lapping steadily against the docks, often accompanied by light rain rather than harsh storms. At night, faint glows of bioluminescence drift beneath the surface, casting soft light around the pilings and hulls of any anchored boats.