"Sir, are you sure you want to disembark here?"
On the docks of Tiana Harbor, the captain of the cargo ship White Star stood beside the gangway, trying once again to persuade his young employer to stay aboard.
"If you're heading to Bayam, we only need another day to finish loading and unloading here. Then we can sail you over."
Although Viscount Scott had asked to disembark, as his subordinate, the captain still felt uneasy about leaving his employer halfway through the journey at an unfamiliar colonial port.
"Don't worry, Captain."
Carrying his suitcase, Lorne mustered a gentle smile and reassured him, "I had my own private plans to begin with. A few minor, unexpected developments in Backlund were the only reason I boarded your ship on short notice."
"I've already arranged the rest of my journey. I also intend to look around at sea and experience the local customs while I'm here."
"But... sir, this is a colony, not Loen." The captain lowered his voice, still uneasy. "The people here are quite fierce. The pirates and the Native Resistance Army..."
Before he could finish, Lorne interrupted him with a smile and a wave.
Lorne patted the captain's shoulder and said meaningfully, "If you're worried about my safety, you're underestimating me. Besides, I'm on good terms with the Church of Storms. The sea is their territory, isn't it?"
"Oh... I see." The captain nodded, only half understanding.
Viscount Scott surely had some deeper purpose for coming out to sea. He had better keep his mouth shut.
After bidding the captain farewell and leaving the noisy harbor, Lorne turned into a secluded alley.
"Phew..."
He stopped. A moment later, a translucent figure appeared in midair, then quickly solidified. It was Sharron, carrying a small leather suitcase and wearing a black