A man in a splendid robe wrapped an arm around a woman's waist and said softly, "I heard the nights here are even brighter than the days."
"Yes, I wonder if we'll get a chance to meet that heroic Island Master," the woman said coyly.
"Move aside!"
An impatient voice came from behind them, and the two stepped out of the way.
The second man disembarked from the ship. He wore a broad-brimmed hat, his brocade robe embroidered with intricate patterns, its hem fluttering in the wind. Behind him followed attendants in cloaks, with leather armor and short swords visible beneath the fabric.
More people came ashore one after another. Some brought female companions, while others brought attendants.
Then, the second ship docked. Stocky, powerful dwarves with thick beards, also dressed in lavish attire, crossed the gangplank and made their way onto the island.
Most of them were visiting the island for the first time. As they looked at the harbor and the streets ahead, their eyes were filled with curiosity.
A large number of island residents had gathered nearby. Their clothing was nothing like what one might expect from Pirate Island; in fact, it was quite refined.
Some teenagers were especially fond of striped jackets and bowler hats.
Countless eyes scrutinized the newcomers.
The streets were clean and orderly. Association and Treasure Island flags hung from white metal poles lining the roadside.
At the very front stood a red archway made of some unknown material, seemingly inflated with air.
The words "Treasure Island Welcomes You" were written across it.
Beyond the archway lay a neat arrangement of buildings, stone houses interspersed with wooden pavilions, bustling and prosperous.
There was nothing particularly extraordinary about it.
Yet the entire island gave off an orderly, comfortable feeling.
Even the streets of the