The moonlight was like water, and Basil Jaak quietly made his way to the smugglers' boat moored at the river mouth.
The hull of the smuggler's boat wasn't very high, not even the height of a person. Basil Jaak grabbed the ropes and climbed up directly, then rolled on the deck, hiding himself behind the sail.
Perhaps feeling no one dared to attack them at night, the drug traffickers' vigilance was low. Apart from three men playing poker on deck, there were no other guards, and Basil Jaak easily blended in.
Basil Jaak followed the deck to the passage below and soon reached the second layer, where a foul stench hit him, and then he saw several corpses scattered on the ground—crew members likely killed by the traffickers during resistance.
