Ignoring the utterly baffled and lost Morgan, Alan ran up the gangplank, followed by Julia, Lucian, and Iris.
While Felix was passing by the still-standing Morgan, he lightly patted the poor man on the shoulder and stepped onto the platform.
Alan saw many of his crewmates grinning and laughing at him as he boarded the ship.
Not that Alan didn't understand, he himself thought he put up quite the performance just moments earlier, although he may have thrown an innocent man's reputation into the dirt and stomped on it, what could he do?
The ship's interior was a fascinating sight, the wooden floorboards stretched long, their surfaces worn smooth, unlike the chaotic bustle of the city docks, the deck of the Kestrel felt like a clean home.
In the center of the deck was a large carriage that was being dismantled with surprising speed, and the entire ship was filled with activity.
"Watch your step, blindy." A pirate grunted, sliding a barrel past Alan.
