CHAPTER 55 - TRISTAN

The dock was clear when Tristan sneaked behind the tall barrels. He peeked over and observed the ship. He wasn’t a fool to believe the ship had no crews or guards onboard. Lewis, being their captive, would need men to watch over the deck and the cabins. The fresh sea breeze blew on Tristan’s face. He smelled the air and found an alcohol scent from the ship.

Tristan looked around, then glanced back. No one was on the dock but him. And so he rushed towards the ship, the wooden dock squeaking with every step. After crossing the narrow board, he jumped into the deck quietly, eyeing the empty place and finding no one. He walked carefully, his eyes focused on the doors ahead of him. But then men’s voices came.

Tristan immediately went to the mast and hid behind its huge trunk.

“We supposed to be drinkin’ there in the fortress, ain’t we?” a hunter’s voice came louder along with the sound of their walk tapping on the wooden floor.

“We still have a couple of loads to transfer,” another man’s vo