A loud clanking noise filled the area as the ship dropped its anchors under the watchful eyes of Ryan.
"Your Holiness, I doubt the anchors would be able to reach the seafloor, so why are you dropping them?"
"Siora, while it is true that the anchors might not reach the bottom, but the ship would be within the next hour, and I hope that the anchors would prevent it from moving from its spot under the influence of some undersea currents."
The sky flashed with a rumble of loud booming thunder while Ryan looked outside, through one of the many holes he had made on the hull, as an annoyed look passed over his face.
"The thunderstorm will be upon us any minute, and the ship has started to rock badly, and I do not wish for my craft to take a plunge into the sea."
"Your Holiness, then shall we return."
Ryan nodded as he spoke, "Yes, I have already rigged the ship to blow and sink, and all that is left for us to move away from it."
