Northern gently landed on the white sand of the harbor, with Jeci following right behind him.
The place was in ruins; shards of ships, both wooden and metal, were mercilessly ripped apart and scattered across the land. Some pieces even impaled building structures crudely.
He looked around and clicked his tongue in pity. "Raven, that girl is nuts," he thought as he carefully stepped over the debris buried in the soil.
Jeci turned around and frowned, then faced Northern.
"My lord," she called out urgently, "they're coming."
"They? Who are 'they'? And why do you sound so scared?"
"I'm sorry, my lord, you'll have to go forward on your own. I will protect you from behind."
Northern turned around as she spoke, and immediately, a tense frown appeared on his face.
"Oh, I see what you're talking about."
