"Are we safe now?"
By some miracle, the Jackdaw didn't sink even after two rounds of intense shelling. Instead, she limped clumsily out of the harbor.
Anne dislodged a large splinter stuck in her shoulder and asked, "Are we safe?"
When the armored ship opened fire, Zhang Heng had to stay by his post, so Anne shielded him. Although fortunate enough to steer clear of the explosion, the shrapnel from the blasts was an even more significant threat. Thus, the red-haired girl bore the brunt of all the flying debris.
It wasn't just her busted shoulder. Her arm, calves, and cheeks also had varying degrees of chaffs and lesions. Yet, despite the pain, she didn't whine or complain.
Zhang Heng did thank her – with the relationship they shared; there was no need for verbal expression. Instead, without saying a word, he took off his shirt and bandaged her wound with it.
