The sea wind was wailing, and the wooden boards of the dock creaked under everyone's feet.
The captain pulled open his blood-soaked collar, revealing a grim arrow wound on his collarbone.
His voice was hoarse, as though squeezed out from his lungs, "I've been sailing the Emerald Sea for over thirty years, and this is the first time I've seen pirates with a search warrant from the association."
The crowd erupted.
One person said, "The fleet that docked yesterday also said that half a warehouse of spices was searched, but it didn't seem like there was any fighting."
"I heard that too," another man in leather armor said, "I heard they even pried off two planks from the cargo hold floor!"
"That's too exaggerated, who pries off floorboards?"
Someone still asked, "What is this association search warrant he mentioned?"
