BOOM, BOOM-BOOM!
At Ronan's command, the three mechanical cannons on the port side fired three shells in succession. They thundered as they traced an arc through the air, crashing into the sea three kilometers away and kicking up plumes of spray.
"The cowardly Wester Clan... whether you run or wait where you are, the choice is yours!"
Ronan wasn't worried about them fleeing; on the contrary, he was rather hoping the Wester Clan would choose to do just that.
For one, it had been a long time since the crew had a good score. For another, after the pursuit by the Dawn Judgment Knight, the number of pirates on board had dwindled significantly. They were in desperate need of fresh hands, especially common sailors.
At that moment, aboard the Wester Clan merchant vessel that was in the middle of turning around, everyone froze when they heard the three cannon shots.
"Why are they firing? Has the Dawn Church started playing by pirate rules now?"
"What's going on?"
