"Is everyone okay?!"
"We're fine!"
"Then don't just f***ing stand there, fire back!"
THUD THUD THUD THUD!
Cannonballs flew in all directions, skimming the water's surface like a school of flying fish, their black bodies flashing.
The deck became chaotic with the mixed noise of soldiers unlucky enough to die from being hit by cannonballs, soldiers hurriedly patching hull breaches with planks, and soldiers shouting commands here and there.
"Ha, hahahahaha!"
Looking back, several allied ships had broken masts. The enemy ships?
Just one or two.
F***ing hell. Half-defeated already.
Drake laughed because he felt terrible. He took out the wine bottle from his waist, poured it over his head, drew his sword, and shouted.
"Well, we're screwed! Prepare to flee!"