Next day.
Morning light spread softly over Concord Isle.
The port sat in a calm bay, protected by green cliffs. The sea here was quiet, unlike the rough waters outside.
Many ships were anchored. They were merchant ships, fishing boats, traveling ships, and even a few warships. None of them carried flags. This was a neutral place.
Docks made up of stone stretched into the water. Sailors tied ropes, moved cargo, and repaired their ships. The sound of wood creaking and seagulls calling filled the air. The smell of salt and fish was strong.
Near the docks were simple buildings made of wood and stone. There were repair shops, storage houses, and small inns for travelers. Workers moved in and out, busy with their tasks.
Behind them were small homes where the workers lived. Smoke rose from chimneys, and life there was quiet and steady.
A larger building stood facing the port. It was where rules were kept and problems were settled. No fighting was allowed here.
