The sea was a tumultuous canvas, painted with smoke and chaos. As cannonballs roared through the sky, Jack's heart pounded furiously in his chest.
'Why must my luck be like this'
His thoughts raced, every heartbeat a reminder of the imminent danger. The immediate threat of cannonfire was a stark reality, and Jack's instincts screamed for action. There was no time to waste.
Gideon's sudden escape, witnessed through the haze of battle, left Jack momentarily stunned. Him being disorganized and frantic, barely registered as Gideon's figure slipped away. A surge of frustration mingled with worry gripped Jack. Gideon's escape might spell trouble for them in the future, and the thought gnawed at Jack's resolve.
The ships, nobles draped in garb of pirate clothes, were a sight to behold. Their once-pristine sails and polished hulls were now shrouded in the rough, weather-beaten attire of the sea's outlaws.
