Just then, a drunken Rogier wandered down. The level-three combat alert during the missile launch had woken him, and the Wolf Brothers had wandered down with him.
The sea had calmed. The mysterious creature below launched no further attacks. The Lanternjaw lay coiled over the Ans Family's large ship, severed in two by a missile.
Little Anse struggled to handle the Bolter Turret, which was considerably larger than he was, and swept the Lanternjaw's eyes with practiced, accurate fire. One burst finished it off.
Old Anse staggered out of the wheelhouse. Seeing such an enormous Lanternjaw sprawled across his ship, he turned to fetch his gun.
Little Anse nimbly climbed onto the Lanternjaw and began processing its flesh. Rogier saw it all clearly.
"Not bad, not bad!" The Wolf Brother pointed over there while pounding Nian Cijin's shoulder.
That gave the mortal official, who had just been clinging to an Astartes' leg to shelter from the wind and waves, an idea.
The Emperor's Angels have taken a fancy to the Lanternjaw's carcass? Of course. It's the biggest fish on our world.
"Great angels, as a token of Spetoris's apology for this incident, we offer you this Lanternjaw."
The soaking-wet dignitary spoke, and the guards, still stumbling from the great waves, immediately moved to surround the Ans Family's ship.
Old Anse was kicking the great fish while firing his gun, tearing its flesh open.
A large squad of guards suddenly stormed his fishing boat. First, they aimed their guns at the sailors and forced them to surrender, then began barking orders, leaving everyone bewildered.
"Um... sir, what do you need?"
"The great Astartes have taken a fancy to this Lanternjaw. Count yourself lucky."
Old Anse was delighted. He had no idea what an Astartes was, assuming "Astartes" was some high official's