The night passed quietly.
Under the cover of the polar night, the early morning sky gradually transitioned from a deep, profound darkness to a soft, ethereal blue.
The crisp chattering of a flock of parrots echoed cheerfully over the camp, a unique morning chorus.
Guests who had been partying all night stumbled out of the bar one after another, yawning as they made plans to do it all again tonight.
Eldest Young Master Xu and Su Ziweng had their arms slung over each other's shoulders. Though their faces were etched with fatigue, they both wore satisfied smiles.
In the past, the tavern had few customers, most of whom were camp staff. They'd come in for a beer at most, chat for a bit, and then leave.
But things were completely different now. The young crewmen from the River Beach, with no voyages to go on, were bursting with pent-up energy they had no way to release.
