"Ah, looks good to me!" Spoke James Gold, a policeman who was aiming to work his way up to be a member of the FBI. He grinned, stepping out of the car he had been driving in. He slammed the door behind him and locked it, walking over to the security guard. He held his jacket against his body as the coastal winds ripped at them.
He pulled out his ticket from his trouser pocket and handed it to the guard, waiting for him to check it. While he did this, he looked in awe upon the ship that was the White Marble.