"You saw the enemy cannon fire too, didn't you? Do you think with the range of that artillery, and in the current state of the Black Teeth, we have any chance of retreating?"
Despite being seriously injured, Zeus's mind was still quite clear.
"Such a powerful weapon must have some drawbacks, probably a slow reload, which means the enemy is reloading. Do you think once they finish reloading, they'll just let us leave, or will they fire again to completely end us?"
Zeus clutched the steel with force, trying to stabilize himself as he spoke to the sailor through the iron.
"This isn't just an attack; it's also self-preservation. Their target will be distracted by other attacking ships, giving us a breather. Besides... Aren't you enticed by that Ironclad ship, child?"
The sailor gulped. He and Zeus were separated by charred wreckage, with thunder's glow illuminating Zeus's burnt, ferocious face, like a detestable demon trapped in a cage.
