The leading few smaller, sturdier ships, notably more robust, were pulled by several domesticated large swordfish at the front, boasting an astonishing speed.
"They're coming!"
The sailor on the lookout tower sounded the alarm, warning everyone.
True to the reputation of professional robbers, their reaction to spotting prey was faster than a dog seeing dirt — no, faster than a shark smelling blood.
"Everyone take your positions! Prepare for boarding! Crossbows ready!"
"Let these sea green-skinned ones taste our might!"
"Oh!!!"
The sailors took their positions, shouting in excitement.
The previously calm Seagull suddenly came to life.
Fern nodded in satisfaction.
Of course, he also knew that this enthusiasm wasn't exactly his credit; it was more about the confidence bestowed by Gauss and others.
Compared to the busy crowd, Gauss's team appeared much more composed.
