The Docks of Kirigakure used to be a village unto themselves. Now they stand mute, deserted in the wake of the freeze. The piers have snapped under the cold, houses lay crumbled and caved in. Here is usually the first place the anomalies begin, as one begins to see figures in their peripheral vision or hear words carried on the constant winds. And sitting at one of the docks lies a large ship of wood. Around this ship is liquid water, somehow resisting the freezing ice, and it bobs as if on the high seas still.