In the darkness, the waters of the Bitter Sea lashed against the rocks protruding from the sea surface.
Suspended above the sea, beneath the peculiar island, hung ropes. Figures slid down along these ropes, each carrying a long sack on their shoulder, seemingly filled with something.
Upon reaching the sea surface, they were met by someone.
Uniquely shaped small boats quietly anchored.
The people on the boats took the sacks and carefully placed them on board. Those who unloaded the 'heavy objects' returned to the island, and soon descended with another sack.
After each person repeated this four or five times, the small boats were filled with sacks.
Reluctantly, they paddled the boats, disappearing into the fog.
As they passed the rocks which served as sentry posts, the Sea Demon Clan's sentries leaned against the damp rocks, sweetly asleep.
They naturally wouldn't fall asleep without reason, having inhaled a smoke that induced slumber.
