The sea churned ceaselessly, waves undulating.
The small boat was swallowed in an instant.
The ‘Piper’ leaped up.
As if flying, he landed on the wooden bridge of the harbor.
That abruptly changing color, had already returned to normal by the time he landed.
It seemed as if nothing had happened at all; disregarding the surrounding guards, he strode directly towards the ‘Octopus Pub’.
There were no guards in front of the ‘Octopus Pub’.
The door was open, too.
Inside, the tables and chairs had been cleared out save for one table and two chairs.
He bit down on the ‘flute’ within his reach.