"C'mon, everyone, put your backs into it! This load's almost done!"
Down at the docks on Larch Island, shirtless men were hauling goods nonstop, muscles glistening under the sun. A particularly burly man led the group, shouting orders at the top of his lungs.
After Matthew had left, Mack had taken charge of dock operations alongside the Veiled Assembly.
"Boss, there's a dozen ships approaching from afar!"
A sharp-eyed worker pointed toward the sea, where several large vessels were making their way closer.
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