"Let him shoot!" Captain Diogo Cao had come over at some point. Perhaps, although his eyes were on the sea, his ears never missed a sound on the ship.
Bruno obediently withdrew his hand. Paulo was momentarily startled, glanced at the captain's imposing face, his hand trembling slightly, then he still pulled the trigger.
Driven by the trigger, the metal hook pressed the match cord into the flash pan, igniting the black gunpowder instantly. A thunderous roar ensued, and a lead bullet was shot out at an initial speed of 200 meters per second, its kinetic energy rapidly transforming into thermal energy due to air resistance, and in less than a second, the scorching bullet struck the ground nearly ten meters away from the indigenous Samurai, sending up a splash of mud.
"Nice shooting!"