"Move! Move! Move! Put your backs into it!"
Gatty's voice roared over the crashing waves as he leaped down from the carriage, his boots sinking slightly into the loose soil.
Behind him, a legion of workers mirrored his urgency, hauling heavy crates and major equipment with groans of exertion.
The port was a chaotic symphony of industry. Multiple boats, their hulls battered from the journey, cut through the ocean spray to dock at the designated landing zones. Waiting for them were layers of jagged rocks and mounds of sand, stockpiled like small mountains on the shore.
On the previously barren land, the skeleton of a camp was rising. Tents were pitched with practiced speed, and fire pits were dug, signaling that the workers were more than ready to begin the arduous task ahead.
