4 gals step out of the boat onto a soft and sandy wide bay beach. to their right in the distance is a beautiful port town full of obvious personality. to their left in the distance is a beautiful port town obviously full of personality. the colors don’t quite match, but they are such the same. the 4 gals walk to one end of the bay and examine the tiny town. it is cute. after a while they turn around and walk to the other end of the bay and examine the other tiny town. it is cute. the differences are hard to spot. they take their time examining and appreciating the cute tiny of it all as the sun dips in the distance and 2 fleets of ships quietly, quickly, swift dip back from the horizon. the fog is now gone, but the dark obscures all their figures as the fleet swiftly, unevenly splits and begins to sail swiftly back home to their tiny homes. 4 gals eventually notice the fleets return and hide in the dark shadows, watching, waiting, wondering, who are these cute tinies?....and in the dark one question presses...why DO they fight so?