Atop the sea, the waves surged violently.
Even battleships couldn't help but rock violently in such heavy seas, with the decks already awash in sea water. Towering waves ceaselessly crashed onto the ship.
Inside the command cabin, Lucas Walker sternly stood before the map, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting solemnity.
The naval captain glanced at the rain-drenched window. "General, given this weather... I'm afraid it might be best to attack tomorrow."
"No!" Lucas Walker laid out his hand, resting it over the archipelago on the map, "Stick to the original plan."
"But... this weather is very unfavorable for combat." The naval captain protested urgently, "General, I understand how you feel, but..."
"It's precisely because this weather is unfavorable for combat, that I want to strike tonight." Lucas Walker interrupted, lifting his gaze to meet the captain's, "In my book, there are no buts!"
