Amir wanted to witness war. He saw the islands, and although under the heavy storm, it was harder to make out any details, he could feel something bad waiting for him, something hidden from afar.
"Be ready." He spoke, inching ever closer to one of the largest islands. However, the moment Amir's ship arrived within a kilometer radius of Vercano Island, a light glowed for a second, followed by a small projectile that fell a bit too close to Amir's liking. "Canons?" Although considered antiquated weapons by a long shot, they were still widely used in ocean warfare, because generally, there were no better alternatives, unless you were walking the path of magic or old artifact-level weapons.
Though it didn't decrease their lethality in the slightest, the weight, as well as momentum, were capable of denting the armor on the metal ships easily, and if they were any closer, the canon might have done more than just a dent.
