BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Before the docks of He Fang Island, the pitch-black seawater was set ablaze, glowing a fiery red.
The battle had reached a fever pitch. Everyone on the battlefield was seeing red, their cannon barrels never given a moment to cool. Warships had barely steadied after colliding before crews began swinging across on ropes to board enemy vessels. They tore at each other with all manner of weapons. In that moment, the beast within every man was unleashed.
Governor Arthur sat on his leather sofa, stroking his white beard as he grimly watched the stalemate unfold. Several hours had passed, yet the battle still bewildered him. Hope Island was nearly 1,000 nautical miles away. If its leader truly wanted to conquer territory, he wouldn't strike here; he would start with the islands nearby.
Why would Hope Island's fleet suddenly attack my island? What madness has possessed that man who's always looking for a way to die at sea?
