Pulan Harbor was a naval port belonging to the Kingdom of Wesley.
Pulan Harbor itself was only a small island with meager resources. When the Kingdom of Wesley discovered the island, there had not been a single living thing on it.
Islands like this were everywhere on the sea. Ordinarily, the Kingdom of Wesley would not have spared an island of this caliber so much as a glance.
But its excellent geographical location had led to it being selected for the important task of supplying the Kingdom of Wesley's ocean exploration fleet.
To that end, the Kingdom of Wesley had stationed a substantial garrison at Pulan Harbor.
Pulan Harbor had a permanent population of over five hundred, all well-trained soldiers. Twelve of them were second-tier professionals, led by Morin, a third-tier professional.
With a force like this, never mind pirates-even some weaker fourth-tier professionals would have to retreat in defeat if they came here.
As such, Pulan Harbor had never been attacked since Morin's arrival.
And this was the target Dunn had chosen.
The sea breeze stirred gently, and the distant lighthouse flickered in the darkness, adding a touch of mystery and tranquil beauty to the night at sea.
But to Dunn and the others watching from afar, that lighthouse was a deadly threat.
After more than ten days of sailing, Dunn and the others had reached the waters near their target, Pulan Harbor.
Since they needed to prevent Morin from immediately joining forces with the soldiers under his command, a surprise attack was their first choice.
And night was the best time for a surprise attack.
But right now, their first problem was the towering lighthouse at Pulan Harbor.
Aboard the Black Pearl, Dunn had gathered all his officers for a war council.
Well, it was mostly Dunn