As the warships dropped their anchors, Saleen turned to look at the pirates, who looked like they were about to collapse on the pirate ship and spurt out blood any minute. Even though the northern winds were strong, a sailboat would never match up to a magically fortified ship. The sailors on the pirate ship had needed to expend a lot more physical energy compared to the mages manning the warships. Over the course of half a month, the one hundred pirates had been physically milked for all they were worth, but not once had any of them complained.
Saleen's three warships were not there for decoration. It was too late for any of them to flee now.
