"I'm waiting for you! [Swear word]!" Drake cursed viciously as he lit the fuse of the iron pot filled with gunpowder in his hand; he had been stalling Spire with talk precisely to buy time to make this makeshift bomb.
As the hissing iron pot was thrown down the staircase, the two swivel guns loaded with grapeshot that Spire had brought over also fired, sending dozens of nut-sized pellets flying into the second deck, where immediate screams ensued.
In the moment the swivel guns fired, Spire also noticed the object hurled down from above; he immediately ran towards the lower decks, and as he shouted, "Run!" the iron pot exploded, its force clearly felt even by those aboard The Glorious nearby.
"You... you XX are really despicable!" Amidst the smoke-filled sterncastle, Spire cursed for the first time during the exchange.
"Hmph, aren't you the same?" Drake replied with a sneer.
"Too bad your iron bomb exploded in halves and wasn't very powerful; it was just a loud noise."
