By Grace of Dusk

With its tattered sails lowered, the ominous vessel slowed down, eventually coming to a semblance of a halt. It drifted on the waves a few hundred meters away from the pier, carried by nothing except the current. Cronos had managed to regain some composure by then. He briefly thought about running away, but decided against it. 

His body was too old to run with any kind of significant speed, anyway. The watchers guarding the city must have noticed the ghostly ship and the terrifying onyx serpent, too — if the Lady had truly not known about their arrival, warriors would already be on their way. 

For a few moments, everyone remained motionless — the old men and women gathered on the pier, and the dark figure standing on the bow of the graceful vessel, as well. 

The current was slowly pulling the ship closer. It was only a matter of minutes before it reached the pier. 

'This is… strangely exciting?'