"Traveler?"
The people around them began to make a commotion.
In the midst of the chatter, Lindsay left Garen carefully, going to stand beside the man with the big beard. Her old man the Captain also separated from the crowd, walking towards Garen with silver gun in hand.
The man’s face was covered in bristles, and he wore a blue round cap, his eyes bulging out somewhat, so he looked at others like a frog looked at insects, his gaze icy cold.
"You’re a traveler?" He did not wait for Garen’s reply, continuing, "I don’t care if you really are a traveler or not, since you’re on my boat, you’ll have to follow my rules."
He observed Garen’s clothes and appearance carefully, his expression relaxing ever so slightly.
What he did not say was that although there were many navigation routes through this part of the sea, there would not be ships going through the same area within at least three days of each other.