"...They're fighting incredibly close by!"
Eleanor was right. Close enough that the Spanish fleet could land right here after the battle ended.
"Hewett? Manteo? Tell everyone to gather at the coastal battery. Tell them to bring whatever guns and gunpowder they have."
"Understood!"
"Vicente? Is there any way you could intervene with the Nautilus and accomplish anything—"
KABOOM!
A sudden explosion swallowed my words.
"Kyaaah!"
And made Eleanor scream.
Looking toward the sea, a Spanish warship was sinking in pieces. It seemed to have been hit by a shell in the gunpowder storage, causing an explosion.
In an instant, flames and ship debris surged over the water surface, and with that, the tide of battle reversed.
While the Spanish ships nearby were thrown into confusion as fire spread from the friendly vessel, English warships were each moving to advantageous positions.