At this very moment.
The Pirate Captain stroked the beloved Bronze Cannon in his hands.
That cannon was nothing more than a barrel.
Mounted on a gun carriage that could move slightly up and down.
The carriage's movement was controlled by wooden wedges inserted into it.
The muzzle did not look wide, only about as thick as the bottom of a bowl.
It could only fire very small shells.
The barrel was also fitted with many iron bands.
By all logic, it should have been an iron cannon.
Yet it was a Bronze Cannon.
Bronze cannons were highly ductile and generally did not need iron bands.
Yet he had dredged this cannon up from the seabed while digging through mud.
At the time, he had been attacked by sharks and rammed into a reef.
He had no idea how he had found this cannon wedged in a crack in the reef.
This Pirate Captain was also a modern man.
Naturally, he recognized it as a cannon from the Middle Ages.
Its actual power was not great.
The key issue was the gunpowder.
And gunpowder was impossible to find, too.
He had originally wanted to build cannons aboard his ship.
But he had always lacked enough steel and gunpowder.
When he first discovered this cannon, he had not held out much hope.
He had merely treated it as a weapon for intimidation.
What could one cannon do in a real battle?
Do not forget that during naval warfare in the modern era, a first-rate ship of the line carried well over a hundred cannons!
And they were all large-caliber guns.
Even then, sinking an enemy wooden ship was not easy.
It still came down to luck.
Otherwise, they had to fire point-blank.
At a range of only several dozen meters, or