The sea is burning, the firelight breaking through the fog, reflecting on the hull of the Dawn, red like molten metal.
Louis stands before the observation window in the command cabin, quietly watching the sea being torn apart by cannon fire.
After each volley, the recorder beside him bends his head, noting the hit rate, cabin temperature, and armor defense strength.
The writing on the paper grows denser, the scratch of the pen tip drowned out by the deep rumbling.
Without asking, Louis can gauge the results from the frequency of vibrations and the helm speed response: precise firepower, smooth sailing, undistorted armor.
Everything exceeds his expectations; the performance of the Dawn not only matches the design but even surpasses calculated values.
Louis feels a satisfaction rising in his heart; this ship is among the first batch of Red Tide ships, and future designs will only improve with experience.
