The blood-red dusk stained the entire Lighthouse Street.
Though the streetlights had yet to come on, some shops had already lit their electric lights, and the whole street was beginning to bustle.
The Grilled Fish Stalls gave off a charred fragrance, while taverns spilled the scent of ale and the laughter of drinkers.
Residents wandered about in twos and threes, while children chased and played, creating a peaceful scene.
Suddenly, the orderly scrape of bones broke through the clamor. Squads of Skeleton Patrols marched through the streets in neat formation and began posting new notices in designated areas.
The strolling crowd turned their eyes toward them and murmured among themselves. "What notices are they putting up at night?"
"Did the Island Master come up with something new again? It's been a long time since any new products came out."
"If there were new products, they'd advertise them through the newspaper. Since when did they use notices?"
"Then it must be another auction..."
For the residents of Treasure Island,
the liveliest events were the release of new products and all sorts of auctions.
Whenever something like that happened, the people on the island could make some money off wealthy merchants from elsewhere.
Once the notices had been posted, the skeletons continued on to the next location, while an accompanying bard climbed onto the stone steps of a flower bed and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Then he shouted, "The Church has slandered the Island Master and launched an attack on Treasure Island over fabricated accusations..."
The bustling market street fell deathly silent in an instant.
No one had expected to hear such news so close to nightfall.
Grease from the grilled fish dripped into the fire with a sharp sizzle.
A sailor in the crowd