Adventurer's Story 1

To the cries of seagulls and the snapping of sails, the 186th ship of the day docked at Zutiu's harbor as the afternoon sun began to wane.

In the command tower on shore, a goblin rapidly waved the flags in his hands, guiding the ship toward its berth while shouting, "Left dock, berth thirteen, number 3576! Maximum docking period: half a month! Docking fee: one Aztek Gold Coin per sunrise!"

There were more than thirty such command posts along the docks. Their task was to guide ships returning from the open sea safely into Zutiu Harbor and prevent confusion. They served roughly the same purpose as traffic lights or traffic police at intersections on Earth.

Small docks generally had no need for such navigation posts. But at a major harbor like Zutiu, with so many ships coming and going, they were necessary to prevent disputes over berths and reduce wasted time.

Just like the 186th ship to dock at Zutiu Harbor today—the Smooth Sailing.

The Smooth Sailing was a typical goblin vessel: broad-bodied, lacking in elegance but sturdy and durable, cheap to build, and more than capable of withstanding the battering of the sea.

It was a passenger-and-cargo ship. Aside from its freight, it carried many passengers. The cargo would be unloaded later; for now, the ship's passengers came ashore first.

A large number of passengers filed down from the deck across the gangways provided by the tender boats. Before long, more than a hundred passengers had basically disembarked.

Standing on solid ground, Flor, whose chin was already covered in a light layer of stubble, looked beyond the harbor toward the desert outside the city, his expression excited.

"Ah! We're finally back! Honestly, although Zandalar is magnificent, it's so damp and muggy there. I still prefer Tanaris!" Behind the tall,