~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Garron put the young man closer to the fire.
Seawater scattered throughout the wooden base as Billy vomited. Belor gently tapped the man's cheek yet, he was still unconscious.
"What we are supposed to do?"
"Worry not, My Lord. He's in a good condition, later or sooner, Billy will be awakened by cold weather brought by the snow!" Barron replied.
He stood to look for something warm around the quiet and abandoned pier.
Garron quickly noticed the ship that was tied tightly to the dock.
It seemed old and discarded by it looks and rusting steels.
Despite the vague and gloomy sky, things are easily recognized.
"A ship! An abandoned ship, My Lord!"
"Stay here, Garron! You don't know what had happened to this pier before we arrived! You are unaware that there are undead inside if that ship!" Belor exclaimed.
He looked intently into his eyes as he took a deep and heavy breath.
