Revenge... Oh, sweet revenge.
The seas were calm, with the gentle caress of the summery night breeze lightly blowing about the scene.
The night was young, as midnight hadn't arrived.
Silent night... Silent, calm and gentle night.
Over 250 galleys sailed across the open seas, all heading in one direction... Baymard!
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Shwah~... Shwah~... Shwah~...
The waves tapped the corners of the ships lightly.
There was no sound from the men, yet everyone was moving with stern expressions plastered on their faces.
The air was so brittle it could snap.
But why all the tension?
Sling!~
Shirtless men sharpened their weapons in silence, others relieved themselves, and some moved about the ship from one assignment to another.
Even though the night was here, it was still summer.
The air was thick, hot, and still with little to no breeze.
