"Gunpowder, you say?"
Came Jikouji's question as he mused over the information Isabella had just given them. He had come to the cove to view the progress that was being made by the Morojo's, and, during his evaluations, Isabella had come riding with haste.
Their little cove was more like a proper port now. There was a jetty from which the ship could be disembarked and docked alongside. And there were two long cabins in which they could sleep.
A more permanent work area had been set up for the shipwrights, so that they could process logs more quickly, and carry out the repairs that were needed. All in all, they were performing their duties well, and he had no doubt Gengyo would find their progress much to his liking.
But now, they were all distracted by what it was that Isabella had shared.
"If you had cannons, or something of the like, then it would be better."
