"Hey! Move it. We have to deliver this stuff today!" The fat man on a wooden stool barked out orders as the scrawny workers moved around with sweat on their faces and the day's loot on their backs. Their legs wobbled under the weight of the different furniture, logs of wood, and various parts from dozens of ships.
The workers were being forced into this and were likely not given enough pay to even eat if any at all. I guess working conditions in this industry were bad everywhere. We needed a reform.
The dungeon was close to the edge of the land, with its tail being right next to the mass of moving moss that had swallowed us. It seemed to have fallen limp into the sea now that the dungeon was no more.
A creek flowed from the sea and deep towards the forest. It ended at a clearing where dozens of ships were lined up with numbers of people looting the ships in and out and shifting their contents to giant carriages at the edge.
"There's our ship."