And so, The Glorious miraculously avoided disaster by a twist of fate, prompting a sigh of reflection.
Just as Nalesho had said, those twenty-one troop transports watched the entire naval battle from a distance, serving no practical purpose.
The evening following the Lighthouse Port naval battle.
"There really was no helping it." Cage sprawled out on the bed, speaking carelessly, "We didn't count on them from the start. When those troop transports were requisitioned, they came with their original captains and sailors, who of course preferred to save their own ships."
Cage now had a bald head with a startling gash on his scalp, stitched with more than a dozen sutures.
As expected, with the merits from this battle, he would smoothly be promoted from officer candidate to lieutenant—the navy had lost a batch of officers and urgently needed to fill the gaps.