The canvas moved—clearly, someone was doing something.
Then, a loud shout rang out, "The ship's moving! The ship's moving!"
Indeed, the ship was moving. The water beneath its hull rippled and swayed.
This was quite normal. After all, the draft of a wooden ship couldn't be the same as that of an iron one, could it?
Still, no one present seemed to think much of it. In such an enclosed environment, an occasional gust of strange wind wasn't out of the ordinary.
One particularly responsible person called the First Checkpoint to confirm, "When our ship came in, did anything unusual happen?"
Technically speaking, a dock hidden in a cave couldn't completely prevent outsiders from sneaking in—especially at the first checkpoint.
The first checkpoint was a relatively open area and might not even offer a view of the dock's entrance.
It was at the second checkpoint where things became stricter, allowing a clear view of the dock itself.
