Time quickly advanced to the beginning of November.
Iron Anchor Bay, though not part of the northern regions of the Eternal Night Peninsula plunged into polar night for dozens of days a year, still experiences noticeably shorter days and longer nights come November.
The sun would rise at ten in the morning, and by three in the afternoon, darkness would have already descended, offering only five or six hours of daylight at most.
Yet, as the Captain's Council election for the North Sea Pirate Warlord drew nearer, Iron Anchor Bay, contrary to expectations, grew increasingly lively.
And for some unknown reason, the number of pirate ships participating in the Captain's Council election this year had surged by at least one-fifth compared to previous years.
Not only were the harbor's berths filled with countless fluttering pirate flags, but even the rudimentary moorings, lacking so much as a simple pier, were crammed with all sorts of pirate vessels.
