Morin expertly steered the ship towards the harbor of Bularn, the island coming into full view with its lush greenery and quaint white houses. As they approached the dock, Morin called out, "Pluto, go drop the anchor!"
"Got it!" Pluto replied, moving to the side of the ship and releasing the anchor with a loud splash, bringing the vessel to a halt.
Blue, pulling a cigarette from his mouth, grinned widely. "Let's go! I'm starving!"
Morin shook his head, determination in his eyes. "I'm staying. Someone has to guard the ship."
Rim glanced at Morin and nodded. "I'll stay too. It's better to keep watch."
"Okay, suit yourselves," Blue said, shrugging as he hopped off the ship with Pluto and Vagan. Blue's stomach growled in response to the enticing smells wafting from the market.
As they entered the bustling market, Blue's eyes widened with excitement. Vendors shouted their wares, and people of all shades mingled about. Without a second thought, Blue spotted a stall overflowing with fresh fruits and pastries. "Perfect!" he exclaimed. In one swift motion, he grabbed a handful of ripe apples and took off running, shouting, "Thief! Thief!" as the vendor yelled in shock.
"Hey! Get back here!" Pluto yelled, sprinting after him, while Vagan, unfazed by the chaos, drifted off in search of a library, her mind on the mysteries of the world rather than the escapades of her companions.
Meanwhile, the scene shifted to the towering castle overlooking the town. In a dimly lit chamber, a mysterious figure sat comfortably in an ornate chair, a cup of tea cradled in one hand and a newspaper in the other. His black hair fell neatly around his face, accentuated by a sharp mustache. The headline on the paper read: "The Death of Dorothy."
"So Dorothy is gone," he mused, a chuckle escaping his lips as he took a slow sip of his tea, his eyes glinting with intrigue. The shadows danced around him, hinting at the secrets he harbored. The chapter ended here, leaving a sense of foreboding in the air.
END OF CHAPTER 67