Two vastly different approaches to life. Neither is better than the other, only a matter of choice.
WHOOOO—
A long, deep horn blast echoed out. Under the sailors' control, the massive sails of the *Deep Sea Throat* slowly rose, like unfurling black wings.
The warship began its slow departure from the pier, its enormous hull carving a white wake through the water.
The cheers from the docks reached a crescendo.
Avril watched the warship recede into the distance and asked softly,
"Do you think he'll really find the treasure?"
"Perhaps. Perhaps not."
Raylo's gaze, however, wasn't fixed on Aurum's ship. It swept over the other parts of the harbor.
As the *Deep Sea Throat* departed, the clamor on the docks gradually subsided.
The crowd began to break up, people drifting off in twos and threes to resume their daily lives.
Just then, Raylo's eyes narrowed.
