A Peaceful Surrender
The wind gently carried the fluttering white flag, its symbol of surrender. From the deck of the flagship, Jareth and his officers can clearly see it.
"What should we do now, admiral?" asked his officer. Fearing it might be a trap, the officer let out his thought. "It's only been four days since we besieged them. Don't you think they are giving up too early?"
"Hmm..." Jareth who is still peering through his spyglass thinks for a moment before replying. "I don't think it is a trap. Those greedy merchants were probably the ones who put pressure on Harlington to surrender. Prepare to land!" he declared.
With caution and vigilance, the fleet glided through the calm waters into the port of Harlington. Once they anchored the ships, the soldiers disembarked onto the solid ground. Each step was taken with caution. In their hand, the weapons were at the ready to shoot. The soldiers maintained a defensive formation while securing the perimeter.