Bab 1301: The Red Light Of Death

At the helm of Big Bertha, Corey stood captaining the formidable warship with a cold grin on his face as he watched their latest target get obliterated. Beside her on the captain's platform, Gibson, the grizzled first mate and former pirate, roared at the crew with the authority of a seasoned sea dog. 

"Aim those mortars at the frigates! Sink those Skyhall bastards to the bottom of the sea!"

The mortar crew sprang into action, hustling to move the heavy mortar to the front of the ship. The red light, a precise targeting system, shifted its focus toward a frigate on the sea, marking it for destruction.

"AYE AYE!" The crew of Big Bertha roared in excitement, their voices loud and full of rough cheer. 

"Let's give 'em a taste of hell, boys!" one shouted, the pirate accent thick in his call. "Make 'em dance the hempen jig!" another chimed in, as they loaded the mortars with practiced speed.