His search began at the local heritage boutique, . The air smelled of cedar and expensive leather. He found a masterpiece there—dense Melton wool with custom anchor buttons. It felt heavy and indestructible, but the price tag was nearly a month’s rent. It was the "best" if money were no object.

Seeking a balance, he headed downtown to , a high-end department store. The selection was vast. He tried on designer labels that felt soft as butter but lacked the rugged weight he needed. They were stylish, certainly the best for a city gala, but they wouldn't stand up to a gale.

Just as he was about to settle, an old fisherman at the docks pointed him toward . It was a cramped, dusty shop filled with the scent of mothballs and history. In the back, tucked away on a sturdy rack, sat a genuine naval issue peacoat. It was stiff, functional, and surprisingly affordable. When Elias flipped the collar up, it hugged his neck perfectly.