"Full sail!"
Sigrdrifa yanked the battle axe from the mast and roared.
"But the Demigod Lord has not yet ordered…"
A Norman sailor voiced his doubts, but before he could finish, the handle of the North Wind Axe heavily smashed into his face, nearly knocking out all his teeth.
"Full sail!!!" Sigrdrifa's voice rose by an octave.
The sailor whimpered with a mouth full of blood, while the other sailors hurriedly carried out the command, lest the next strike be more than just the handle of an axe.
Their vessel began to accelerate, gradually breaking away from the fleet. People on the other ships looked up and watched, dumbfounded, as the ship shot out of formation like an arrow released from its bow, charging forward…
Then they heard the flagship's message via flag signal:
All ships, full sail charge.
Everyone: .........
The orders of a Demigod were mandatory, so everyone else set their sails and started to speed up.
