Flames rose with thick smoke on the sea, igniting a massive torch.
The soaring dust and gray sky contrasted each other, reminding the captains of the two armed merchant ships of Hell from the Bible.
"Full sails, move at full speed!"
Without needing the captain's orders, the sailors instinctively maneuvered the sails.
At this moment, they were more agile than ever, even if they ran so fast they tripped on the deck and broke their scalps, bloodied faces didn't stop them from quickly climbing up again—
They knew that at such times, any delay could cost them their lives.
Yet the enemy ships filled them with despair; even if the wind strained their sails to the brink of tearing, the distance between them continued to shrink.
Closer and closer, the sailors could clearly see the shining metal sheen on the enemy ship's hull, and the heavy cannon on the deck turning their direction.
The worst they feared actually happened.
