"FIRE!" roared the captain.
A barrage of cannonballs hit the enemy ship.
"Hahahah."
"Yay."
"Again, men," the captain commanded.
"Reloading," the crew responded.
And then the enemy fired.
"Duck! Enemy fire!" yelled the scout from atop the ship.
"BRACE!" ordered the captain, and all braced for impact.
The voyage was over in a few seconds. It was once again our turn to shoot.
"Sire, I spot their gunpowder reserves."
"Empty the shells, ready the swivels."
Another hail of cannonballs fell upon the enemy. The seer continued to snack on apples, sitting near the railings, relishing medieval naval combat.
"Steer the boat right into that rock," the seer advised the captain, who steered the ship.
"Fire!" the captain yelled as he turned the ship around 90 degrees and went for the rocks. "Switch to half sails!"
The ship steered into the cover of the rocks while our attack hit the enemy's was blocked.
