The next morning, Giant Horn Island Port.
The few clouds in the sky had lost the rosy glow of dawn and lazily drifted, but the slight sea breeze could not dispel the slight heat brought by the early summer sun.
The dockworkers, like industrious ants, were moving various goods and supplies between ships and warehouses, yet many whispered among themselves, stealthily glancing towards one side of the dock.
That was where the pirate ship Hurricane had docked yesterday, but now it was completely empty.
If that were all, it wouldn't matter much, as pirate ships that stay just one night and then leave weren't unheard of.
Currently, quite a few people were gathered at that dock, arguing loudly, sparking some curiosity among the dockworkers.
But it was just curiosity, after all; they saw that the dock manager was there too and knew that this was not something they could freely discuss.
