Sporting a tricorne above of his head, the plump man should be the captain of the ship. He stood on the bridge, observing the enemies with a pair of bronze binoculars. Knowing that his ship was on the losing side, he could not help but feel nervous.
"Father, I think we should surrender. Our ship simply can't go as fast as them. We don't even have a third of their cannons, and we have only 15 guns on board! There's no way we can win this fight. We should surrender while we…" muttered the young man that stood beside the captain.
The captain then glared at his son and shouted at the sailor behind him.
"Where is the ammunition? I need it right now!!"
"We are awaiting your orders, captain," replied one of the old sailors.
"Cannoneers! Light your fuses!"
