On a night as dark as the other side of the moon, moving as quietly as a tiger stalking its prey, Prince and his group of allies coasted across the shore on their boat, eagerly trying to find a place to land. The cold waters steamed with relinquishment, parting at the sides and creating a mist around the boat, protecting them from all eyes.
The captain at the head of the ship slowly directed it toward the pier, while Prince and the others silently looked on, hoping they wouldn't be seen. As their eyes scanned the coast, not a single soul was in sight. No guards, no fishermen, not even a ripple in the water. Their midnight plans seemed to be going quite successfully. As the darkness of the night and the quiet of their arrival shielded them, they knew the price for getting caught was death, and avoiding that fee was worth every precaution.
