Governance

"Maintain order! Everyone return to your places! Follow the sailors' instructions! Prepare to disembark in sequence!" Brendan's steady, powerful voice was relayed layer by layer through messengers and officers, trying to suppress the overly excited scene and prevent crowding and trampling.

Though he understood how everyone felt, as the supreme commander, he had to ensure the landing proceeded in good order.

At that moment, the simple dock on Giant Island also discovered the enormous fleet returning.

Urgent bells and shouts immediately rang out on the dock. Several small transport boats and barges that had been standing by there quickly cast off their cables and raised sail, rushing toward the main body of the fleet like nimble fish, ready to receive people ashore and transfer supplies.

"All ships, heed orders!" Brendan stood at the bow of the Northern Wind, his gaze sweeping over the transport boats drawing near one after another as he issued a string of orders at rapid speed. "The transport fleet has priority docking. Lower the gangways and get the refugees ashore as quickly as possible!"

"Warships maintain guard on the perimeter. Once fresh water is replenished, immediately begin loading grain and fresh water! Move quickly! We must not remain here for more than four hours! Supplies must be completed before dark, and we sail back to the Iron Islands overnight!"

His expression was grave as he stressed to Captain Jackson and several officers beside him, "The Sauron will never give us much time! Once they discover we have evacuated successfully, they will surely launch a frenzied attack, attempting to take the Iron Islands completely before we return and cut off subsequent rescue! We must seize every moment!"

"Understood!" The officers accepted the order solemnly and immediately split up to act.

The sea at once became a scene