"Prepare... Fire!"
Boom!... Boom!...
First came the dazzling orange-red flash, followed by the thunderous roar, and finally the billowing greenish-white smoke that blotted out the sky. The fifty-pound giant iron cannonball was powerful enough to shatter the brittle hulls of small warships from before the cannon era.
Although the ship's prow only had one massive "Basilisk" cannon, and its firing rate was somewhat low, under the personal guidance of Olivia, who had a talent for shooting, it had turned into a genuine weapon of mass destruction.
Back in the final glorious days of paddle sailing ships a few centuries ago, countries called this monster-like contraption a "Basilisk" cannon, because while it possessed terrible power, its appearance was too ugly—short and stout with a cannon muzzle shaped like a lizard's large mouth.
