The bow of the ship broke through the sea, dispersing the red algae like startled blood snakes.
Beneath the surface, there were countless glowing jellyfish.
These semi-transparent creatures emitted a scarlet glow, chewing on the red algae with large bites.
As the waves gently swayed, they dyed the waters of the Moonlit Bay a strange crimson hue.
Since it did not fly any high-ranking clan's flag, the spice ship from the Holy Alliance had to remain at anchorage in the offshore area, waiting.
Above, layers of gray smoke clouds filled the sky, with sea fog rising, carrying a foul stench.
The spice ship lay quietly in this sea, its hull gently rising and falling with the waves.
The flag on the mast hung limply, also weighed down by the oppressive, gloomy weather.
The tax collectors would come over in small boats, board the ship to inspect the goods, and stamp them to set the duties.
