BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The hundred-ton deck gun unleashed its power. Propelled by the explosive force of gunpowder, the whistling cannonballs shot toward the motionless sunken ships.
Yet just as the cannonballs were about to strike, they exploded in mid-air.
At the same time, the counterattack from the Deep Ones arrived. Rows of gunports on their ships opened, firing a constant stream of black cannonballs at the three human vessels. The projectiles, wreathed in black flames, smashed heavily onto the water's surface, throwing up towering columns of water. When the columns fell, a torrential rain began to pour.
Drenched to the bone, Charles wiped the seawater from his face, pulled out a monocular, and, closing one eye, peered toward the distant enemy. How can this guy be so calm? He's not moving at all?
