"Oi, Markus! We need seven more boxes of dried meat over here! Grudwar's headin' to Fanoshia through the Lessing Channel, so the crew's gonna need all the provisions they can get! Make it snappy!"
The gruff voice cut through the steady clamor of the warehouse, pulling me into motion.
""Relax boss, the sea's not gonna dry up anytime soon. I'll have the provisions over in a jiffy""
I jokingly replied with a practiced smirk, hefting five crates with my left hand like they weighed nothing and stacking them on my shoulder in one fluid motion while my right hand carried the other 2 crates. My steps were steady and sure as I carried them toward the loading bay, where the SS Grudwar sat, prepped for its journey to Fanoshia's infamous "Iron Ports." Its course would lead the crew through the dangerous waters of the Lessing Channel, but that was the least of my concerns for now.
"Wow…the new guy never ceases to amaze"
"I thought Thomas was exaggerating"
