As the ships were still anchored in Reef Harbor, the sails on these sea vessels were not raised, with only the sturdy masts standing bare.
On the edge of the deck, dozens of bed crossbows were set up.
The strings on these bed crossbows were already drawn, with each thick crossbow arrow poised to strike, gleaming fiercely under the sunlight.
Just past noon, the sun was at its harshest, leaving the crew members on the ships feeling listless, each lying down for a nap with bare chests and bellies exposed. A few, finding the sun too glaring, simply covered their faces with cloths.
Aside from the snores and teeth grinding of the crew, almost no other sound could be heard in Reef Bay at this moment, making the silence eerily unsettling.
Suddenly.
The cabin door opened, and two figures emerged one after the other.
One of them looked middle-aged, with a robust build and attire similar to the crew, though slightly more clean and refined, with distinctive slightly red curly hair.
