"So, do we smash your ass and drag you to America's waters, or do you scram, Canada? Or maybe you wanna try a little US-Canada naval skirmish and see which side's rotten Coast Guard can get here faster?" Rocco Waldman, who was no stranger to such scenes from years at sea, took over from Colin Hawk and shouted through the loudhailer at the other party.
Colin Hawk, holding a double-barreled shotgun, with several of his co-workers and partners behind him, now revealed himself on deck.
Faced with the current situation, the Canadian Augusta fishing vessel didn't hesitate to turn around and leave obediently. After all, Rocco Waldman's K.K.S. was nearly the same size as theirs, and they wouldn't have the upper hand in an actual conflict. They were just trying to scare and gain an advantage, not to give their ship away cheaply to the Americans.
"Wise choice, Canada," Rocco Waldman said coldly as he saw the other vessel turn to leave.
