The ephemeral rays of the morning sun fell on the shores of a seaport, outlining the piles of ships and boats lined up in the distance.
The distant cries of seagulls echoed overhead, mixing in the cacophony of ongoing conversations, murmurs, whispers, loud laughs and the other mundane social exchanges that occurred in a medieval seaport.
Most of the men on the boats carried large nets. They were fishermen, Eithan observed.
Probably.
This place was always so rowdy and busy, especially during the morning hours as ships bringing in imported goods landed on the shores of the port, and people carrying goods to be exported moved to the large ships with their goods.
"Over here!" One person on a ship yelled as he was directing a group of men holding large sacks and walking toward his ship. "Drop it here!"
Eithan sighed, gazing at the waves of the sea as they crashed into the sand on the beach.
