It took him several minutes to reach the address Caleb had shared. It was an abandoned dock. Parking the car on the side of the road, Silas stepped out and walked toward the pier. The lack of the streetlights made the entire place eerily dark. Only the whooshing sound of the stiff breeze and the lapping of waves on shore broke the silence. As he approached further, he saw Caleb rushing over to him.
"They have kept him there," Caleb informed. "Please follow me."
Silas followed Caleb's lead. Rusted machinery littered the area, accompanied by decaying wooden structures and murky waters that smelled strongly of fish. Weeds sprouted here and there. As they approached further, the withered pier came into their view. Wooden planks creaked under Silas's boots as he made his way toward the end of the dock, where his guards stood like shadows around a slumped figure.