“Move...” Archer stared at the man's pair of eyes that looked panicked with a tensed body, the gesture adding to his suspicion even more.
Archer observed the trembling look in his eyes, the sweat dripping as the surrounding air even had a fairly low temperature, with the wind from the sea continuing to blow and enter through the open door. He was too obvious.
Archer's steps moved forward, then his foot pointed to the part where the footprints of the thin muddy boots disappeared. “Open it now.” He again made his order clear.
But this time it was not the man who moved. Archer's men immediately pushed the man from there, holding him tightly, while the others pulled the edge of the floor upwards, opening the door that led to the lower floor of the ship.
One of them leaned over, then looked
