On the deck, the admiral of Ryntum's first fleet watches the sea fortress unleash a relentless barrage of cannon fire upon the enemy's fleet. The thunderous roar of exploding shells filled the air, mingling with the crashing waves and the howling wind, creating a cacophony of chaos and destruction.
A smile of satisfaction etched on his face as the enemy ships succumbed to the relentless onslaught.
"Admiral, your strategy of communicating with other ships using cannon fire has worked wonders. Our coordinated attacks have rendered their attempts of escaping."
The admiral nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him.
As time passed, more and more Ryntum ships closed in, encircling the enemy vessels like a tightening noose.
The Blande fleet now found itself trapped, surrounded by an overwhelming display of naval power. Ship after ship met its fate, consumed by flames or sinking into the depths of the stormy sea.
