The sea had returned to calm, with the waves sweeping away planks and severed limbs, leaving hardly a trace of the fierce battle that had raged just the night before outside Lighthouse Harbor.
Only on the sandy beaches along the port, the charred keels of two fire ships were still smoking.
"...in the name of God, His Son, and the Holy Spirit, we commit their bodies to the deep, waiting for the sea to resurrect them in death, to enjoy eternal peace and tranquility in heaven,"
aboard The Glorious, Centurion Nalesho was giving the final eulogy.
After a brief memorial service, the bodies of the sailors were sent into the sea from a plank covered with the military flag.
Such was life on board, where everything was frugal and rudimentary, and the rituals and moral concepts of land didn't apply.
