Several carriages slowly made their way to the dock.
Several people immediately jumped off the "Leisure," loudly shouting for the crew to load the goods from the carriages onto the ship.
Demville, busy with dozens of sailors, surged forward, unloaded boxes of goods from the carriages, and carried them onto the ship.
Demville weighed the two wooden boxes on his shoulders—they were not heavy. He looked at his distant relative Maderno—who was an old sailor serving as the second boatswain on the "Leisure"—and asked quietly, "What's in these? They won't get us hanged, will they?"
He was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could guess that paying so much, loading at twilight, and not going to major ports, meant this was definitely not legitimate business.
"It's silk," Maderno said relaxedly. "You can earn 300 francs from those two boxes alone in England. There's nothing dangerous about this business. I've been out to sea with this ship four times, and everything went smoothly."