The Red Tide Fleet swept through almost crushingly, dismissing these small sea bandits.
Alvin watched the white smoke rising from the cannon muzzles, a surge of respect welling up in his heart.
The Northern Territory never established a port due to unsuitable terrain and rampant piracy, and it was now safely passed thanks to the weapons and systems designed by that Lord.
On other calm days, seemingly uneventful, the Red Tide's power was most eloquently demonstrated.
The ship strictly followed the "Red Tide Navigation Log," with duties in the third-class cabins, labor and food distribution, night prayers, and safety bells, everything in order.
The sea breeze at night was painfully cold, yet the sailors could still smile and drink their soup.
No theft, no fighting, even the sick could handle light duties in rotation.
An old sailor leaned against the rail and sighed, "On a Red Tide ship, you can sleep at ease."
Alvin remembered these moments, his heart tightening.
