"They made it!" Isabella called out in excitement. Worry had consumed them, in that little cove of theirs, as they contemplated the impossibility of the odds stacked against their little merchant ship. But despite all that, they had succeeded, it seemed.
"Aye, that they have… But look of the state of yer ship. They'll be plenty of work for me and the boys, it seems." Morojo, said, disguising his joy as displeasure.
"There was bound to be more work anyway – what with the new cannon and the like." Isabella retorted, unwilling to let him ruin the moment. It was significant indeed. These raids had turned from simple water-borne robberies into a fully-fledged competition for the control of Toyokawa – he who held the port, held the town. And even without their cannon, they were able to walk so freely, as though it were their own backyard – what would happen when they installed that precious little weapon of devasting destruction?
