บท 130: Reign of Terror

And so, after two more days of hard work, the ship was completed. There it sat, in the bay of theirs, with two tall masts, donned with black sails. The oars were fully extended, with trap doors above them, ready to be sent down so that they would hide the oar holes at a moments notice.

It was a beauty. From an old trading ship, to this vessel of war. It was still small, to be sure. But inside that small vessel was packed so much accelerative power, from both the wind and the oars. It was fearsome indeed.

"Damn… It looks good."

Rokkaku said, slightly awed looking at the finished product. The improvement was insane. It was barely recognizable from the old trading ship that they had before.

"Aha, doesn't it?"

Morojo said proudly – it was one of the most difficult products that he had worked on, and he felt a great sense of fulfilment now that it was completed.

"Alright, lads! Show them how it transforms!"