You just had to get lost at the docks, didn't you? Danny thought to himself.
Danny sat on a bench that led up to the docking areas, the salty smell very boisterous in the air. He never really got used to that kind of smell, and it frankly bothered him. Yet that was a tad ironic since he lived in the big apple, most of the largest skyscrapers neighbored to the the ocean, but it wasn't like he spent most of his time there. Mostly indoors or in the other extremely parts of the polluted city. Ehh, he wouldn't be spending that much time in England anyway.
Why had Danny been at the docks? Good question, seeing as how Danny had never been to Scotland once in his life, he had to find another way to get there. But knowing how Danny was with directions and overall navigation, he ended up near the south side of the country, instead of heading north like a freaking boy scout would've been able to figure out. Danny sighed though, almost regretting it since a flow of salty air flew into his lungs. Getting tired of trying to figure out where north was, he checked over each of his shoulders and then quickly pulled out his wand when no one was looking.
"Point me," he quietly chanted, his wand suddenly spinning on his open palm. The wand quickly spun a couple of times, stopping with the tip pointing towards Danny's right arm. Well there was north. Why hadn't he thought of that earlier dammit? He quickly shoved his wand back into his pocket, concealing it to the average eye and scnaned the docks. Ahh, what a nice sight. A couple of large boats, the smell of rusting metal parts everywhere.
Just freaking beautiful.