With a large puff of smoke, Morris exhaled as he watched the sunrise from the top of the power plant's roof. On his left arm was a myriad of tattoos, similar to the ones inked by seafarers, each of which had a meaning, a story, or a brush with death.
The first tattoo he ever had was when he was 14, the one at the top of his forearm, and it depicts his first journey. The first time he sailed on the sea, it depicted the sea, the sun, the birds, the islands, and the palm trees, all framed by his ship's window. This is the first chapter of Morris's story and one that was famously known about him, his first journey, the one that made him what he is.
