The sailors on deck didn't even have time to scream before a terrifying force from beneath their feet launched them into the air. Like a handful of beans scattered by a mischievous child, they flailed wildly as they tumbled through the smoke and dust.
The alchemy cannons snapped their mooring ropes and careened across the tilting deck, pulverizing every barrel and crate in their path.
The mainmast let out a mournful groan, unable to bear the strain. As the ship's hull collapsed in the middle, the entire mast and its massive sail came crashing down, covering the chaotic crowd like a shroud.
Carlson felt the deck vanish from beneath his feet, the solid ground he stood on just a moment ago ceasing to exist. Before he could even activate the combat aura shield he was so proud of, he was sent hurtling toward the sea along with the splintered wreckage of the ship.
"Bastards!"
