Blass handed the ammunition to Gideon, then walked to an ammunition box behind the gunner. He took off an ammunition they had never seen before. Instead of traditional round shells, this weapon is cylindrical with a very sharp conical tip at one end.
"Now, lads, this has penetrating power," Blass boasted. "When the traditional ammunition could not complete the task, we pulled them out. Then everything was over, and the captain specially designed them. We can sink a sailboat hundreds of meters away without letting it go. The guns are close."
Fan Fan noticed that some guns on the lower deck were almost twice as long as others. "Can the increased length make it go further?" Fan Fan asked.
"Well, this is more about long-range gunpowder charges, but the length of the barrel gives us the accuracy that these guns really need. Our soldiers are some of the best sharpshooters," Blass said.
"He didn't exaggerate," Bonnister added.
The captain managed to get close to them sneakily, and the boat tilted so badly. Van Fan and Gideon reached out to grab the beam above their heads to support themselves.
"It needs to get used to it slowly," Bonnister said, "but you will get your ocean legs soon, anyway, you might think of coming on deck, and the weather will soon deteriorate."
"How far are we, Captain?" Fan Fan asked.
Bonnister looked at them with a greedy smile in his eyes, like a savage. "Soon, lads, put this special dish in!"
The entire artillery regiment shouted "Yes" on that floor, and then the captain took Van Fan, Gideon, and Blass to the deck. The sight of the blue ocean fell into a frenzy, just like it is now, and suddenly aroused awe. And fear, Gideon and Fan Fan looked at each other in surprise. If the beautiful blue sea looks angry, that would be an understatement. Fan Fan has seen it before, like a calm gem, extending beyond his sight, and has now become a vicious predator. Ready to swallow these two spaceships at any time, the tumbling waves stretched to the ominous purple and gray thunder clouds that Fan Fan could see.
Captain Bonnister ran to the helmsman and took over the rudder. He looks like a cat playing with a mouse. He held the steering wheel and looked at the slave ship fighting the sea a few hundred meters in front of them. With the threat of the storm, the boat waved up and down violently.
Fan Fan thought he might be sick. The meal he had eaten earlier was churning in an angry belly like the sea. Gideon seemed to handle it better. Fan Fan wanted to know if the pastor had been in his time. Sailed, in the orderly world of Satan.
Fan Fan held onto the railing tightly, praying. Gideon looked at him and stayed beside him. Each of them had a rope tied to their waist to tie them to the boat. The crew swam around, as if this kind of perfidious hunt was their second day. Captain Bonnister drove the ship as if he was born with this mission. He predicted every surge and carried the ship out of the waves before they could hit the vortex violently.
Except for the constant ups and downs and the violent wind, everything is fine on Bonnister's boat. For the slaver's ship, the situation is different. Bonnister watched the enemy ship carefully.
Gideon staggered across the deck, Fan Fan looked at him, but he didn't follow. He just didn't want to eat lunch, it was troublesome enough. Gideon received the helmsman, expecting a wave to hit, the captain's expression became more and more intense, he adjusted the rudder along with the wind, the waves and his ship.
"Even if we catch the boat, how can we board in a storm?" Gideon shouted amidst the noise. This is a very good question. If you can't arrange the ships in parallel and keep them still, there is no way to do this.
"We won't board the ship!" Bonnister said, his expression suddenly becoming cold.
"But what about the slaves on the ship?" Gideon asked.
"We don't know if there are slaves on the boat, boy!"
"But if they return to Emmanuel... they won't go back empty-handed!" Gideon reasoned.
The sea water began to cause more trouble for Bonnister, and these problems did not help him concentrate. When he looked at the target, the captain's face became tough.
"You can't kill innocent people and criminals together!" Gideon pleaded.
At that time, Bonnister's anger crushed him. He grabbed Gideon's robe-it was a big mistake. Gideon intercepted the intruder's wrist. The index and middle fingers of his other hand happened to fall on the captain's left carotid artery.
Gideon heard the sound of a rifle being loaded behind him, and when he turned around, he found that Anthony was holding a long rifle in his hand, out of his arm. The blue sea rolled behind him, boiling in anger, "release the captain immediately!" Anthony shouted.
"Why are you doing this?" Gideon asked Bonnister, because he gave up his grip.
"Have you seen Morey's slaves, priest?" Bonnister said, returning to the steering wheel and correcting his course.
"They let the demons deal with them in their own way. They destroyed their hope and will. They drove them mad, killed them, or took possession of them! My order is very clear. It comes from King Stephen, Gideon. I take it. To the order, to sink anything that I cannot take away. As you pointed out, I can’t expect to board the ship in this weather. They know this too. If they manage to use the storm to return to the mainland, then these Captives will still be lost. I don’t want this fate to happen to anyone. This is the way it must be."
Gideon left the captain. Anthony put down his weapon and stared at the young priest. He staggered back to where Fan Fan stood on the deck. The boy hopes to find his fan in slaves, he will not like this.
"What is he going to do?" Fan Fan shouted.
Gideon tried to calm him down, but it was impossible.
"But my sister may be on that ship!"
When the two young men were talking, the big wave had exhausted the two young men. Van Van glared at Captain Bonnister while he was at the helm. Anthony stood by, holding a gun in his hand, looking at them. Gideon put his hand on Fan Fan's shoulder and said, "There is a reason, Fan Fan."
"what are you saying?"
"Bonnister knew the demons who worked with Morey. He said that King Stephen’s order was to sink any slave traders who could not be captured. If possible, the slaves would be handed over to the demons to take possession of their bodies. And the soul, the rest of the people are driven crazy by this experience, or killed." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)