"Good work, Torstein," Bjorn nodded firmly. "Have your crew start unloading the black powder first. I want it secured in the stone vaults before a stray spark blows this entire port to the heavens."
"You heard the man!" Torstein yelled over his shoulder at his crew. "Get the cranes moving! I want those heavy crates on the dirt right fucking now!"
However, Hakon wasn't just focused on the weapons. He waved Odo over.
"Read the master manifest, Odo," Hakon ordered, rubbing his hands together greedily. "Tell me what we are working with. Don't skip a single nail."
Odo swallowed hard, looking down at the crisp parchment pages handed to him by Torstein's quartermaster.
He cleared his throat, "Right away," Odo said clearly, "According to the official manifest, we have exactly three hundred heavy steel cannons. They are fully cast and ready to be mounted on the wall carriages."
Bjorn nodded, "That covers the entire eastern and southern walls. What about the small arms?"
