The cargo was unloaded with haste, but they still managed to squeeze it all on – and even with some room to spare. The guard's ships were incredibly slow, and still had not managed to catch up – they were at least half a kilometre away. It was almost disappointing.
Slowly they turned their little ship around. They could have gone more quickly, but this was no longer an even battle. It was sport, and still one side did not know just how unfairly the tables had been tilted against them.
"Hahah! We've got them men! Keep pushing forward!" The captains called to their crew, ever so delighted with this turn of events. They would be rich men if they managed to sink this black ship – there was indeed a sizeable bounty on its head.
They loaded the matchlock rifles that they were so proud of, and began to send volleys toward their deck. Yet no one was above deck by now. The Red Feather crew were all on the lower deck, gathered around the cannon.