Hey there, hope this is the right place because I'm not necessarily looking for critique. Rather I'm wondering if the following scene matches up to the image posted below. The reason is that I wanted to test how well my description and ability to set a scene in your mind with words, and the picture is so you can compare the two and say how close I got to putting that image in your head. Ready? OK, here's the scene in question: Spoiler My stomach heaved as I clung desperately to the railing of the old tugboat. The night fog obscured my vision as the violent, crashing waves beat against the iron hull threatening to send us all overboard. The salt stung my eyes, entered my nostrils and mouth. My vault suit was drenched; I cursed my lack of foresight to bring any spare clothing. Either I would have to go naked, steal some clothes, or hope a kindly vendor would be willing to accept what paltry amount of bottle caps I had shoved in my bag somewhere. Though knowing from experience, theft would most likely be my only option. After all, who was going to stop me? A whimper snapped me from my internal grumbling. Dogmeat, my faithful companion, a German Shepherd I found wandering at Red Rocket near my home months ago, was huddled against my leg, his tail and ears lowered in the classic dog code for ‘I'm scared shitless’. His matted fur made him look even more pathetic -- couldn't say I blame him. I forced a smile and scratched him between the ears. “Don't worry, buddy,” I said, fighting the vomit that swelled in my stomach. Really didn't want to add insult to my poor mutt's misery by expelling what was left of my breakfast onto him. “It's all right, we've faced worst.” He titled his head inquisitively. Whether he believed me or not, I had no idea. We had gone through a lot -- facing down the bastard who killed my wife and took my son, joining up with and fighting alongside the Brotherhood of Steel, securing peace for the Commonwealth. Oh, and helping Cait with her drug-related problems. She had wanted to come with me to Far Harbor -- this creepy place near what was once the U.S. state of Maine to fight Synths and other things that, quote, “need to get their bloomin' arses kicked.” Truth be told, I doubt she cared much about why I was going to such a faraway place, she just wanted to be with me shooting everything that stood between us and our objective. She wanted to come, I wanted her to come, but as the old anti-drug programs from before the Great War always taught me, the most difficult part of giving up addiction is the withdrawal. After nearly half a lifetime of chems, Cait had gotten to where she was coughing blood. The toxin machine in Vault 95 took away most of the buildup, but addiction doesn't just go away that easily. A violent fever took hold, reducing her to a shivering mess in our home in Sanctuary Hills. Even though she told me to go, that she'd be fine with Piper looking after her, I could see the irritation in her eyes. She wouldn't be coming. And when I return? Cait would never let me live this down... Through the gloom came the faint outlines of buildings lit with the eerie glow of campfires and what looked like gas lamps. I squinted. A collection of buildings was directly ahead, perched on rickety boardwalks. It looked like a marketplace, or a warehouse. Something human moved to the left of my peripheral vision, near a stove. This eerie place wasn't wholly abandoned. Despite my nausea, I chuckled; I couldn't help but think on how fitting this would be for a pre-War horror movie: the hapless hero ventures by boat to a mysterious remote town in the middle of a storm, in a foggy night. Guess some things just never change, even two-hundred years after a nuclear war. “Lemme see,” I muttered, “Zombies -- who are called Ghouls by the locals, mysterious cults that worship radiation, mutated monsters, and a town of synthetic humans. And a lone human who vanished here.” I looked back down at Dogmeat and patted his soaked head. “Welcome to your first ever horror film, bud.” A sharp female voice from the docks broke the silence. “Who's there? Why have you come here?” Now here's the image I was trying to capture via words. Spoiler How did I do? Did the image displayed here closely match what I was writing? Were you able to come up with a different image? Again, hope this is the right thread. I'm not trying to find critique for the scene, just wanting to test how well I can describe scenery.