Few years ago.
Somewhere between the Ocean full moon night. On a Japanese Yakuza - Yoshinawa Ryota's yacht Party.
The moon hung heavy over the endless ocean, its pale light turning the waves into sheets of silver. The Yoshinawa yacht cut through the dark waters like a beast of luxury and power, its multiple decks glowing with warm golden light. The polished black hull reflected the moonlight, while silk banners embroidered with dragons fluttered gently in the sea breeze. From the upper deck came the faint strains of traditional shamisen strings weaving in with smooth jazz, creating an intoxicating mix of East and West.
