The orders issued by the captains of each warship were consistent and uniform.
"Faster! Faster! Faster!"
The cannoneers aboard each ship also exerted their utmost strength, desperately transporting and loading ammunition. At this moment, no one wanted to endure another "suffocating" hell worse than death.
They were racing against time, but the response of the Ghost Ship was even quicker.
Learning from experience, they were on guard to prevent being sniped again.
Wack Wells grabbed the Ship's Figurehead, jumped off the forecastle, and smashed the over-two-meter-tall heavy figurehead into the midst of the decayed deck, setting it upright again.
The eerie curses echoed once more on the Ghost Ship. Unlike the previous deep and cold incantations, this time they felt as hot and scorching as being inside lava!
Very soon.
