"Stay calm! Hold your ground! Where's the ammunition? When is the next batch going to be here?" shouted Billy as he shuffled around the deck.
"It's on the way. It will be here soon, Mr. Billy."
A short-looking sailor dragged two crates of ammunition while trying his fastest to get to Billy.
"Mr. Billy. Two of our cannons were destroyed, and three of our cannoneers are wounded."
"Quickly! Get someone to replace them."
Just as Billy turned around, a cannonball suddenly landed half a meter away from him, penetrating the ship's hull! The short sailor had taken most of the brunt of the attack. His arm was completely shattered, crushed beyond redemption. The pain he was in caused him to fall to the ground, screaming hysterically for help.
"Quickly send him to Vincent. The rest of us continue with the attack!"
