"Fire!" Lowen screamed.
"Brim reach right!" Jacob commanded.
We were in the midst of a chase once again. This had been the third time in a week. Beckforth's Naval Ship kept finding our location. This was the closest encounter yet. For a long time, Beckforth's Northeastern was catching up beside us and only about sixty yards to our left. Gunshots were being fired back and forth. Five of the navy sailors were able to board Labyrinth so Gondro, Neville, Paco, and I helped to keep them off. The sailor that I was fighting with was the last to be overthrown off Labyrinth and that was because for a short moment, Jacob left the wheel to back me up.
"Are you alright?" he asked and quickly gave me a quick check.
"I am fine," I answered immediately. "You should go back to the wheel, Captain." I took out my pistol and started firing at Northeastern.
