"Ahaha!"
Morohira bellowed, admiring the destruction they had left in their wake. The city guard had been so eager to cut off their escape route - and to crush their small vessel between their two ships – that they had neglected to prepare for the event in which their little black-flagged ship managed to break free.
The bow ship took the worst of the damage. In the last few seconds it had realized it's fate, and had altered it's direction slightly. But it was not enough, for it was far too late. The larger ship still crashed into it at speed, snapping all the extended oars as if they were mere twigs, and bending and snapping the wooden hull.
"…"
Togashi did not know quite what to say. And there was no one else above deck that he could share this feeling with, apart from Morohira. But their captain had seemed to think such an action would work from the start – only the gods knew how.
'Instinct…'
He pondered.
