Two days later...
When the Mughal noble and great merchant of the Indian peninsula, Chaimlin Afmad Nagopur, saw that several of his relief fleets couldn't defeat the Li family's fleet, and that his own port guards and shore troops had been routed—stopping just short of raising the white flag and surrendering—he finally gave in without much backbone. After five days and nights of being hung from a mast and battered by the sun and wind, he had lost at least several dozen pounds. He even swore by the names of all his gods that he would serve the Li family fleet and Grand Admiral Annie as his masters for the rest of his life.
There was no helping it. Chaimlin Afmad Nagopur had never been a man of strong convictions. He was nothing more than a nouveau riche upstart and a materialist.
He'd actually struck it rich through sheer luck, riding the wave of Western expansion into India. He'd amassed a fortune, gained the title of local lord in the Mughal Empire, and gone on to monopolize Indian trade. For a man as extravagantly indulgent and lecherous as he was, surrendering when faced with an irresistible force was only natural.
In fact, Nagopur had already offered to surrender several times, as far back as two days ago.
But the result...
That devilish little girl, Grand Admiral Annie Hastur, had refused to hear him out. She'd kept him hanging from the mast for another two full days and nights, making him suffer for two more days. First, freezing rain had drenched him all night; then the sun had baked him for two days. He'd nearly lost his life and returned to the embrace of Mother Ganges.
Fortunately, to Nagopur's overwhelming gratitude:
The fearsome yet great Grand Admiral Annie had finally forgiven