A long whistle sounded slowly, the fishing boat set sail, navigating through the coastal waters near dusk, while the patrolling boats circled around it but showed no intention of approaching, leaving silently after several rounds.
The honest fishermen were sweating, deeply afraid that the patrol might really stop them for inspection. Let alone anything else, just the smuggling charge was enough to trouble them, not to mention having a murderer onboard. They sighed heavily while fiddling with the compass, hoping to resolve the situation quickly and return home soon. However, the evening wind was not cooperative, slowing down the already sluggish fishing boat due to the resistance.
