"Everyone, clear the way!"
The loyal Mamluk guards rushed to escort Governor Iben to the ship anchored at the port.
Before boarding, Governor Iben turned to look at Damietta City, ablaze and unknown where the fire started, with a sense of regret. This beautiful city that had contributed countless wealth to him would ultimately belong to others.
He set foot on the ramp and boarded the ship, exhaling slightly in relief.
"Quick, set sail!"
The captain looked at Governor Iben with a bitter expression: "Sorry, Lord Governor, the ship can't set sail."
"Are you trying to raise the price?"
Governor Iben's gaze became dangerous.
"No... of course not."
The captain was on the verge of tears, pointing to a slender figure on the mast.
"Alert!"
