The party had boarded a large cargo ship that morning, a ship containing crops and livestock on its way to the port of the island.
The captain of the ship was a man of girth, the years in sea had made him look like a walrus, and he wore a smile on his face. He had a voice as low and deep as the sea itself, and he had a way of looking at you from underneath his bushy eyebrows that made him look like he was smiling no matter what.
He was reluctant at first to take them since it was supposed to be only for the transportation of food but Damien revealed his identity receiving a suspicious look from the captain. He had to show the crest of the Zadkiel family, and the man's face changed as if he had been slapped.
"Yes, yes, of course, you have my apologies. I hope you won't be offended, my Lord." The man bowed his head deeply, a gesture that seemed to be common among the men of the sea.
