"What the-" One of the fishermen couldn't believe his eyes. The long-awaited battle for dominance had finally begun. And unfortunately, there were at the middle of it. Doom consumed their hearts, not one of them could utter a single word as despair seeped into their mind.
"We need to go back! Otherwise, we will be pummeled deep into the sea by their fleet." A fisherman cried out, not wanting to stand there and simply die. Upon hearing his words, many of them got out of their trance. None of them wanted to die, so they instinctively followed his words.
But before they could even make a move, the old fishermen glared at them. His gaze was cold, unimpeded by death that was knocking on their front door. He gave them an important warning. Words that would bring upon their survival from untimely deaths.
