The moon shone brightly high in the clear night sky, its cold light descending unopposed, for no cloud dared to stand in its way and hide it. The silvery glow bathed the surface of the world like a frozen blanket.
Under that light, the River of Blood stretched out with a crimson glow. Its waters, red as molten iron, rippled gently as the great ship moved forward. Each wave crashing against its hull echoed like a pulse. The imposing vessel had three masts standing tall like spears and unfurled sails that billowed in the night wind.
Inside, the hustle and bustle was muted. A small bar was tucked away in the lower part of the ship. It was neither luxurious nor ostentatious, but neither was it vulgar or neglected.
The discretion was calculated, as if seeking a balance between austerity and decorum. Behind the bar, the wines and other beverages were arranged with impeccable order, their bottles and jars glistening under the dim lighting, reflecting red and gold sparkles.
