In front of Charles, seven or eight men of differing appearances lazed about on the hard stone slabs of the dock, each engaged in their own activities.
Some drank, while others played cards, each man's face filled with a relaxed, faint smile, suggesting they made their living at sea, yet there wasn't a single boat nearby.
Taking a step forward, the Vampire sailor sniffed. "Captain, they are definitely humans, I can smell it, but their mental state seems off. There might be something strange about this island."
Charles had noticed their odd behavior himself. Ordinarily, those living in a port district would be hustling every day to survive. If they truly sat around doing nothing, they would have starved long ago.
"Stay alert, don't let your guard down, regardless of what's going on with the islanders. We'll proceed as if we're exploring an unknown island."
The crew nodded, loading their weapons, seasoned by countless battles and unpanicked by the bizarre sight.
