A few hours later.
The moon hung high over Zubel's restless docks, casting a spectral glow over the waters. Zubel was the port bordering between the Asterian regions and Morgen Seas in the North West of the Empire.
The scent of salt and decay mixed with the acrid tang of smoke rising from distant bonfires. The pirate-infested stronghold was alive with activity, their laughter and drunken songs carrying through the air like a mocking symphony. But tonight, the tide would change.
A certain man looked around. Both his arms and feet were tied. The room has been rocking back and forth. It seemed he was inside a ship. Probably the pirate ship.
He closed my eyes, thinking of the events that transpired before he got kidnapped. "Who would expect that even a regular fish lady will be a pirate?" He laughed at his carelessness.
