"Get everything off the ship! Move quickly! And take those empty crates over there while you're at it. Put them with the stacked crates, and keep them out of the way!"
On the desolate northernmost shore of Greeny Island, the chill was sharper than inland, thanks to its proximity to the North Sea. Sir Ferdinand stood on deck wrapped in a cloak for warmth, leaning on his cane as he directed a group of silent, reserved figures in black to unload the cargo.
They weren't members of his crew, but they were remarkably obedient. In fact, they seemed almost like "walking corpses."
Under the old knight's direction, the crates piled on deck were quickly cleared away and stacked somewhere they wouldn't get in the way. Though, perhaps under his direction, they'd inadvertently been arranged into a strange symbol only foreigners would understand. The old knight insisted it was absolutely an accident!
After all, how could an explorer from another world possibly know the "distress signal" of a different world?
There was plenty to do right now. There was no need to waste more time on such trivial matters.
He stood on deck and looked out. On the nearby shore, many more figures in black were gathering, like a standard expedition preparing to set out. They were sorting various supplies and carrying weapons.
Quite a few spellcasters had already prepared all kinds of supplies, even though this godforsaken place was so desolate there was nothing worth exploring.
Unless they planned to head into the mountains to the south.
The old knight looked up expressionlessly at the towering peaks farther south along the coast.
They were part of the mountains in northern Greeny Island, and the most remote place on the island. Aside from a tribe of mountain folk who had lived