Gathering Intelligence!
Bathed in the gentle glow of the moon, the level 5 sailing cruiser, the [Black Rose], glided gracefully into the harbor after several hours navigating from the Whirlpool Islands.
As the anchor plunged into the murky depths of the ocean floor and secured the vessel, night had already cast its velvet cloak over the port. Yet, the dockside was far from shadowed; rows of street lamps cast pools of light every few meters, illuminating the port with a clarity that rivaled daylight.
On the bow deck, Ryan and Freni surveyed their surroundings. Ryan's gaze lingered on the myriad pirate ships docked along the wharf, a stern furrow forming between his brows. He estimated there were no less than a dozen such vessels, a testament to the pirate stronghold that the Whirlpool Islands had become.