All the people, upon hearing the lookout's shout "It's an Albion ship!", finally felt their anxieties settle. After a short while, the people on the deck could see the red and white Tudor rose flag on the far-off battleship's mast, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.
If it had been the golden fleur-de-lis flag, they feared the entire ship's crew would have been taken back to the Charlemagne port for questioning, followed by a public execution as a lesson to others. Compared to a battleship, a double-hulled ship full of cargo, regardless of its agility or speed, is no match; there would be no chance of escape.
"I don't care what ship it is, just get me to shore, ugh...!!"
