After some time...
"...Is it over?"
Once the bodies of injured and unconscious Spanish soldiers were scattered all over the deck, I had time to look around.
Looking at myself, my clothes were torn in several places but I had no wounds. Just as it seemed we had dealt with all the enemies on the ship...
"...What is that?"
"Sir Drake? When did you arrive?"
"Uh, no, I came... to help... but..."
Drake boarded our ship with a half-dazed expression.
"..."
"..."
"Can I touch that?"
"No, you cannot."
"..."
"..."
Tsk. No way. This would hurt a reckless Englishman if he touched it.
As I moved slightly away from Sir Drake to turn off the engine, and Raleigh called Drake, causing him to turn his head...
"Yo-you goddamn devil...!"
Ah. One Spanish man remained...!
Thwack.