The sea was shrouded in eternal mist.
Three medium-sized Alliance cargo ships lined up in the narrow and tranquil mist channel.
Inside the cabin of the lead ship, it was quite quiet. Groups of furry Alliance species lay on the mattress, wearing thick earmuffs, the Fes people kept their eyes tightly shut.
The young ones had an unusual sleeping posture.
They curled their legs, pressed their chins against their chests, and maintained a constantly huddled posture.
Old Dean had specially designed the interior of the Ideal to be comfortable and spacious, yet the young ones still wore tense expressions and appeared very nervous.
Even though Dean offered a lucrative contract of two hundred Bright Gold Coins, only thirty-two Fes people were willing to leave their homeland and follow Old Dean to the unfamiliar and dangerous Lion Heart Island.
