1452 Sweet Revenge

15 lumber vessels to the left, 18 to the right. 

Both fleets seemed similar and could be mistaken as being under the same rule if not for the crest engraved on the ships. 

One fleet from the Morg Arts Society and another from the Medical society. 

Engaging very close to one another, the main ships from both fleets inched in until the space between them was only a jump away. 

The decks were filled with hot-blooded men who looked glistening underneath the boiling sun. 

"Make way!"

On both ships, an open path was created.

And the leaders stepped out of the cabins above deck level and headed down the open stairway with straight backs.

Din. Din. Din. Din. Din.~

Their boots stumped the slightly creaky wooden floors.

Their light shirts, tied-up hairdos, and swords hanging on their sides greatly contrasted the many bare-chested men on the decks. 

The sun was hazy and disturbing, causing many to squint severally.