Sebastian left his study, stalking swiftly unto the main deck, Celestiel behind him.
For some odd reason, she felt nervous and restless. It was normal for pirate ships to sail the pirate seas so why was she so restless and anxious?
"My lord, it is a pirate ship!," the young boy shouted from the crow's nest, putting down his monocular down to glance down at the King, who stood at the edge of the ship, keenly watching the hazy outline of the ship a little far off from where they were. Yet, it was glaringly obvious that the ship was heading in their direction.
Not in Calabran's direction, theirs.
"Hand me my monocular, " Sebastian ordered, his hand outstretched expectantly without taking his eyes off the enemy ship. One of the crew members hastily recovered the King's monocular and handed it over to him.
Sebastian took one look at the incoming ship. "Prepare for battle."
