The horizon was dotted by non-uniform oar powered vessels, with the smaller ones floating in auxiliary to the bigger and better equipped ones, forming tightly knit squadrons of ten. The six squadrons are neatly distributed in a line, blockading the mouth of the bay. In the ships were men, armed with slings, bows, mixed stone and bronze melee equipment, and boarding implements—their bloodshot eyes and faces reveal excitement for battle and greed for the spoils awaiting them.
Ahead, the Solusian fleet sailed towards them in a V-formation, its squadrons spread apart like wings. On its midst was the main squadron, arranged like an arrowhead. The main squadron sailed straight at the heart of the pirate fleet, provoking an engagement.
"This isn't what I have in mind… Do you have any ideas? Or is it just a mad charge?" Crimson doubted what he saw with his eyes.
