"Hard to port! Full speed on both flanks! The barrage on the port side is too weak! What the hell are you doing?! Who taught you to fire?! Your grandma?!"
The captain of the disguised airship "Adrian," Captain Damon, was yelling hoarsely into the megaphone. The crew, who were used to the captain's stern and rigid demeanor, never expected that their captain, who even in pajamas exuded a strong military presence, could also have moments of frenzy.
But they clearly had no time to be surprised by this, for the Grim Reaper hovered outside, above their heads. Wasting even a second meant squandering the lives of themselves and their comrades. These sailors did not fear death, but they did not want to be turned into corpses as easily as cheese. As long as they drew breath, they were willing to exchange their lives for a chance to spit on the Empire.
