Piltover's finest tradition: the person in command always appeared where they shouldn't have been.
As the captain, abandoning command to board an enemy ship was rather unreasonable in a normal world, but it was far from uncommon on these seas.
The two ships were too close together. Firing the cannons could easily hurt their allies, so they simply wouldn't fire them.
Ever since naval warfare had existed, boarding actions had been an extremely important part of it, though this kind of battle was also far more dangerous.
The conditions at sea were far more complicated than on land. Sea winds and waves caused constant turbulence, while differences in speed and hull height only increased the dangers of boarding.
But there was no denying that, on these seas, the upper limit of a ship's boarding capability was what could ultimately decide the outcome of a battle.
Things like cutting down cannonballs with one's body were not uncommon on the Grand Line. If the strongest person aboard could not withstand the enemy, then no amount of skill in a cannon duel would matter.
That was also why Kate had come here to serve as captain. Among a group who knew nothing about naval combat, at least she could fight.
Her usual duties were fairly easy, and given her personality, she was better suited to leading this kind of outward-facing operation.
After giving the order, Kate vanished from the Power Gear.
Flying was not among her skills, but at this distance, she could cross it with a jump even without relying on equipment.
"Port five degrees, full speed ahead!"
After Kate disappeared, the first mate took over command. The Power Gear slightly adjusted its heading and sped toward the waters ahead.
"Captain! It's the Gear Flag! Reinforcements have arrived!"
In the waters ahead,