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After a moment of silence, Byerik sighed.

"I really hope this will all blow over soon, getting sick of all this."

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Raddan stood at the deck of the main ship, The Golden Angel. He still felt frail, though he was doing much better than the days prior. It didn't hurt to move his arm anymore, but he still couldn't use it in battle.

"Sir, enemy ships have been spotted coming from the Isles," a sailor ran up to him.

"More already? Damn Elves, don't know their place. Drive those triangle-eared bastards back!" he ordered.

The sailor nodded, running back to wherever he came from. Raddan took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air of the seas.

''Ocean ain't too bad.. I actually kinda like it.''

A cannonball that crashed into the water near the ship broke him from his thoughts. His expression turned angry, and shook his fist at whoever could see him.

"You'll regret everything you've done, bastards!"

The Navy's ships started to fire back, and another battle ensued.