Warehouse Seventeen at the port was one of the three warehouses leased by the "Weiling" Maritime Trade Company. At present, two of its gates were tightly shut, while the inside was brightly lit and filled with noisy voices.
"Finally, we can drink! Damn, we've been bored stiff at sea. Scardy's lousy liquor still has that sour taste."
"When can we leave? If we wait any longer, all the good girls in Copperwater Alley will be taken!"
"Are you really that desperate?"
"Of course! We haven't had any action in dozens of days!"
"Aren't there a few decent-looking people among the Skyline cargo? I heard there was even a noble lady. The boss chewed us out after we played too rough with her. Didn't you go?"
"Skyline people are too sturdy. I like them smaller. My hands are rather small."
"No wonder you're going to Copperwater Alley..."
Dozens of sailors sat cross-legged on the floor, wolfing down food and drink, shouting vulgar jokes and laughing uproariously. When the mood struck, they even wrestled and cheered each other on. Their happiness was only natural. Their arduous voyage of more than a month was finally over, and the next half-month would be their time to enjoy themselves.
Most of them had no habit of saving money. Those who sailed maritime trade routes could easily encounter natural or man-made disasters, no matter how stable their routes were. Any merchant ship they passed might even turn into a pirate ship—they had done exactly that before. Enjoying the present was their philosophy of life. No matter how much money the captain paid them, they would certainly spend every last coin within half a month.
Still, that was enough. The money they received alone was sufficient to let them live like young masters for that half-month. Even