Without a moment to spare, Damien's mind snapped into action. He shouted, his voice filled with urgency, "Captain! Pirates! The Lost Princess is approaching! Prepare the crew for battle!"
The captain, his face etched with determination, barked out orders. Sailors scurried across the deck, securing cannons and arming themselves with swords and muskets. Damien's heart swelled with admiration for the crew's efficiency and discipline in the face of imminent danger.
Aviora continued to soar above, her eyes trained on the approaching pirate ship. She squawked loudly, her cries echoing through the air, serving as a constant reminder of the impending threat. Damien's grip tightened around the hilt of his sword as he watched the crew form defensive positions, ready to repel the enemy's assault.
