Upon Morgan's command, the soldiers aboard the eight Marine ships sprang into action as if injected with stimulants.
Over fifteen hundred soldiers bustled about their respective stations in tense yet orderly fashion. The main gunners quickly adjusted their aim, their eyes revealing a mix of determination and mild tension. The massive barrels reflected a cold gleam in the sunlight, resembling the gaping maw of a ferocious beast poised to strike.
As a signalman raised a green flag high in the air, the main gunners shouted in unison, "Prepare—!" Their voices echoed through the hulls.
Chapter 48