Deep beneath the sea, three prowling Leviathans silently opened their hidden bay doors directly beneath the Pirate Fleet.
One by one, palm-sized, fish-like creatures were released, melting silently into the frigid seawater.
In the pirates' eyes, everything was normal.
The Golden Sail Commerce Association's fleet was still "fleeing in panic" up ahead. The spoils of victory seemed to be within arm's reach.
Aboard a Level 4 battleship named the Black Shark, the chief Mage maintained the shield's energy output with an arrogant expression. A pale blue curtain of light enveloped the entire warship, giving everyone on board a profound sense of security.
"Boss, those idiots on the merchant ships aren't even trying to dodge! They're just making a beeline for the open sea!"
A helmsman shouted to the captain with a laugh.
The captain spat, the coarse flesh of his face jiggling. "Once we catch them, all the treasure on board will be ours!"
