The merchant ship docked, and the captain immediately went to discuss mooring fees and other miscellaneous matters with the harbormaster.
Although they were supposed to rest here for a while, the ship certainly wouldn't linger. It would leave as soon as the necessary purchases were made, at most letting people go ashore for a breath of fresh air.
Colin and the others paid it no mind, walking down the gangplank to the shore.
The moment he set foot on the docks, he felt as if he were stepping on cotton and nearly fell into the sea.
After so long at sea, his body had grown accustomed to the feeling of the ground swaying beneath his feet. He was actually finding it difficult to adjust now that it was perfectly still.
"Losing your footing already, Colin?"
Colin glanced at Kase beside him. The guy was standing stock-still, an uncomfortable expression on his own face. "I'm fine, Kase. You don't look so great yourself."
