It was pitch black when Several people stood at attention with their chests raised high.
The air was thick with tension and anticipation, the salty breeze carrying the faint sound of distant drums, a reminder of the conflict that lay ahead.
The crowd broke down into smaller groups, now standing before the massive vessels.
They were told they would be leaving at 00:30 for WAR.
This meant the ships would set sail by then, so of course, everyone was expected to arrive hours earlier.
"Fang Dovu!"
"Sir!" A man exclaimed passionately before rushing up into the ship with his backpack.
"Beatrice Staggard!"
"Sir!" A lady replied, rushing into the ship too.
"Han Stoye!"
"Sir!"
"Harvey Whineblock!"
"Sir!"
One by one, their names were called and marked off the list.
