On the deck of The Glorious, Kalaman's first mate pleaded anxiously with Admiral Nalesho, "General, please take refuge on the Siren; leave this to me."
Nalesho's facial muscles twitched slightly as he shook his head.
"You are the commander of the fleet, your duty is to direct the entire fleet, not to share the fate of the flagship."
Nalesho said through clenched teeth, "I didn't expect Mr. Drake to come up with such a large scale of fireships, it was my oversight. Such a number of ships couldn't possibly have been gathered at the last moment, he must have been preparing from long ago... but since I dared to sit at this gambling table, I also have my stake."
Kalaman's first mate, sweating profusely with urgency, said, "Now is not the time to be thinking about gambling... "
Suddenly, the sound of war drums thundered over the sea.