"Count, the position of those pirates has been located. The storm cast them onto Poison Dragon Island, and many of their ships are grounded on the sandbanks,"
Byron spoke respectfully.
Status stemmed from strength. Since he had intervened yesterday, Hudson's position on the ship had become even more detached. Originally just there to lend assistance, he had now become the mainstay for everyone.
There was no alternative; after suffering the calamity of the Ghost Ship and then being visited by a storm, this fleet of the Dalton family had already suffered heavy losses.
Over two thousand five hundred casualties, seven warships sunk, including two third-rate ships of the line and one second-rate. The number of damaged vessels was even greater.
The losses were as severe as if they had been through a naval battle. Such a high price had been paid, and none of it was related to their mission; Byron didn't know how to report this upon his return.
