War, of course, required some tactics. The guards weren't fools; if they saw your cannons trained and ready, they wouldn't come charging in to die.
The [Leviathan]'s deck was nearly empty, with hardly any crew aboard. It looked as though they hadn't had time to call the sailors back to the ship. Milta and Lia were "fumbling" to raise the sails, while Anna, Luca, and the others, not knowing what was going on, hurried over to help. Unfortunately, they'd never worked as sailors, so they weren't much use.
Still, it made the scene look even more "real."
Elsewhere, the flock seemed to still be "doing its best" to hinder the guards. They even attacked with bird droppings, while some seabirds "lost control" and gradually flew away.
By the time Tuale and several hundred guards arrived at the docks in a sorry state, their frustration and anger had reached a breaking point.
There were only a few ships at the docks. At a glance, he spotted a small Galleon "hastily" leaving port. There were only a handful of people on deck, and the sails hadn't even been raised. The ship was "creeping" toward the harbor entrance at a snail's pace, yet they'd forgotten to untie the stern hawser from the bollard.
The sailboat had "moved" only twenty or thirty meters, and the hawser was stretched taut. A sailor at the stern was "hurriedly" trying to cut it with a knife.
Tuale didn't see Rebecca on deck, but he did see Anna and the others in a panic.
"Move, move, move... Fire at will! Don't let them get away. They're pirates, and they've taken a noble hostage..."
Ian had been watching the scene through Beatrice all along. Hearing Tuale still trying to pin the blame on him at a time like this,