The silver-sailed ship docked in Lord's Island, and the nasty-looking pirates descended from the ship with swords in hand.
When they reached the town, they noticed it was eerily quiet.
The shops were closed, the windows closed tight, and not a single person was in sight.
"Oh? They must've seen us come!"
A pirate shouted out.
"Hmm…"
Ambrose looked towards the church on the hill. He could sense quite a few presences there. However, he didn't seem to care.
"Doesn't matter. Find the supplies and meet us back on the ship. While we aren't near any navy outposts, these people here must've already called for them."
The pirates nodded and headed towards different shops. They didn't plan on buying any of the supplies. They were pirates; they were going to steal!
The windows shattered and the doors broke apart as pirates made their way inside the shops.
"Kiernan, you take the bar."