At Pigtail Bay, the sun, its face half-sunk below the sea, set the clouds ablaze with its afterglow.
In the distance, a ship with its pirate flag lowered bobbed gently on the waves. A group of youths carrying small buckets gathered shells, fish, and shrimp that had washed up on the seaside reefs.
The fresh oysters would be sent to the castle. Some would go to the Lord's table, while the rest would find their way into the soldiers' bowls.
Piri, the old Captain from Longship Castle, was conducting training.
"My Lord!" Piri ran over upon seeing Leech. Judging by his red nose and cheeks, he was undoubtedly a loyal customer of Sour Apple beer.
A strong stench of alcohol trailed him as he ran.
"How is the sailor training coming along?"
