The sound of the signal lights opening and closing was like a hypnotic lullaby.
The night was as dark as ink, and at the cape of Magit Island, the junior officer on duty was already anxious from waiting.
An ominous premonition lingered in his heart, growing ever stronger.
Just when he was increasingly certain that the supply ship would never arrive tonight, several dark silhouettes of boats emerged from the mist and suddenly appeared in his view.
The duty officer's spirits were immediately lifted, his drowsiness vanished, and he snatched the signal lamp from his subordinate, rapidly flashing a series of communication codes towards the boats.
Yet the three approaching boats did not respond to the duty officer's inquiries, instead they rowed even harder, accelerating towards the makeshift pier constructed from planks taken from sunken ships.
The leading boat rowed especially fast, quickly pulling away from the other two, and soon reached the pier's front.
