Burning planks and broken masts drifted on the surface of the sea. The fleet the Bloodsail Brotherhood had taken such pride in was now nothing more than floating garbage.
Sailors in the uniforms of the Golden Sail Commerce Association maneuvered small boats through the wreckage, using long, hooked poles to pull people from the water.
Be they pirate or one of their own, as long as they were still breathing, they were pulled aboard.
Sea Wolf slowly approached with his flagship. He waved his arms toward the Leviathan where Velin stood, his roar cutting through the din.
"Lord Baron! We won! These bastards are all finished!"
Velin stood atop the Leviathan's broad head, the sea breeze stirring his black hair.
"Captain Sea Wolf," Velin began. "Rescue everyone in the water. Prioritize the craftsmen with valuable skills. We need the manpower."
