On the sea, not far from the port.
Gray Teeth emerged from the water, scrambling onto the deck of the small cargo ship.
The short man with sinister eyes glanced back at the storm on the shore. Panting heavily, he walked into the cabin, only to find the crew aggressively venting at a heavily made-up woman.
"All of you get up! Quit playing with those cheap whores!"
Gray Teeth shouted angrily, "Hurry up and pull up the anchor, we have to get out of here!"
"First mate, are we leaving in such a hurry?"
A bald sailor lifted his head, reluctantly releasing his grip on the soft flesh. "We just got here, and it's not even report time as the boss said."
It was a rare day to relax during their scouting trip, and he just wanted to unwind a little.
"Everyone saw Lord Roland bringing in a batch of Feis girls."
The bald sailor licked the scar on the corner of his mouth, a greedy desire flashing in his eyes. "The weather isn't good today, maybe we should wait a bit..."
Smack!
