Relying on Oneself

Webber's words were like lightning slicing through the darkness, instantly illuminating every heart on the raft shrouded in despair!

Everyone froze at first, then the flames in their eyes, nearly extinguished, suddenly blazed up again!

"Right! The Northern Wind! And the Sea Lion and the Sturdy Shield! They're still fighting! They haven't left!" Tom's voice trembled with excitement, and he nearly jumped up.

"They're warships! They won't give up the fight that easily! As long as we get over there! As long as we get over there, there's hope!" Juan also came back to himself, gripping the edge of the raft tightly, a mad light bursting from his eyes.

Even Mia, who was barely breathing, seemed to have been infused with life. She weakly widened her eyes and looked toward the direction where the cannonfire roared.

"Quick! Turn around! Row toward the Northern Wind! With everything you've got! Hurry!" Webber roared hoarsely, the first to grab that broken plank and paddle with all his might, adjusting the raft's direction.

The others also snapped awake as if from a dream, forcing down the fear and exhaustion in their hearts. They picked up anything they could use—broken oars, planks, even their own arms—and thrashed madly at the seawater!

The little raft struggled to turn in the waves, lurching crookedly toward the distant warship "Northern Wind," which stood towering like a legend upon the sea amid unending cannonfire.

Just then, Tom, who was in charge of keeping watch, glanced unintentionally at the surrounding sea, then let out an incredulous cry: "My God! Look, all of you! It's not just us! Everyone! Everyone is heading that way!"

At his words, everyone's hearts shook, and they hurriedly looked in the direction Tom was pointing.

At that sight, everyone sucked in a cold breath, every hair