"Cannon fire! Where is the firing coming from?!" Winters suddenly realized, standing up in the rocking boat and looking back.
But the situation deteriorated too rapidly for him to think. Shouts rose from the shore, deafening. The chains being dragged clanked loudly, and a red and black line slowly rose from the seabed, forming a natural arc blocking the waist of the gourd-shaped bay.
Winters couldn't help but curse under his breath. The soldiers sitting in the small boat had also noticed the anomaly behind them, stirring a commotion.
The blocking chain had divided the Venetians into two groups. Red Sulfur Island was feigning surrender!
Turn the boat around? Attack the second bastion? Speed up towards the dock? What to do?
Everyone in the hundred-man squad distributed across the small boats looked to Winters, even Bard and Andre awaited his command, looking forward to the Centurion's orders.