The laughter from the tavern rolled out from its makeshift walls, occasionally pausing, only to roar even louder, carrying snorts and shouts down into the bay. 'Someone must be telling a good story.' Joris muttered. His cloak was soaked through with the rain, and he plodded up the muddy slope, exhausted after a day of unloading the ship's cargo. Inside the sailors were packed in a circle, broken in places as men stood aside to avoid the rain coming in through the thatched roof. It was a…
