At this moment, still moored in the rocky harbour, the sails on these sea vessels had not been raised, and the hefty masts stood starkly bare.
Several dozen crossbows were mounted on the edge of the deck.
These crossbows were already strung, and thick crossbow arrows poised to be released were reflecting a cold light under the sun.
Just after noon, the sun was at its hottest, and all the crew members on the ship lacked pep. One by one, they were lying down there bare-chested, taking a nap. Those who found the sunlight too glaring simply covered their faces with a piece of cloth.
Other than the snoring and teeth grinding sounds made by the crew, almost no other sound could be heard in the rocky bay, creating an eerie silence.
Suddenly.
The cabin door was opened, and two figures emerged from inside, one after the other.
One of them looked like a middle-aged man, burly, dressed similarly to the crew, but tidier and more refined, and his slightly red curly hair was distinctive.