Before long, another enticing aroma drifted from the kitchen aboard Captain Thirteen's gunship. The food was ready, but Thirteen still hadn't returned. Yu Lin Bloodhawk invited some soldiers to drink with him, but none dared join him. They all said they were on duty and couldn't drink.
Left with no choice, Yu Lin Bloodhawk had the dining table moved onto the deck and drank while fishing. Perhaps getting by in Azeroth really did take a generous helping of luck. Today, he finally understood why so many people replied to forum posts begging to bask in the poster's blessed luck.
Now he wanted to find someone enjoying a spectacular lucky streak and borrow a little of that luck himself. He still hadn't caught a single fish today. Instead, he got drunk again without even realizing when it happened, collapsed on the deck, and had to be carried back to his bedroom by the soldiers.
When Thirteen returned and heard about it, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Well, that's what you get for running into two such domineering women! He knew Yu Lin Bloodhawk had spent a long time planning this operation, but who could have guessed that once everything was ready and they set out, there would be nothing left for him to do? Thirteen certainly hadn't expected it, and probably no one else had either!
Thirteen ordered the gunships to set sail, as today's meeting had concluded that no refitting was necessary for now. The four newly captured gunships were undamaged, and Thirteen's crews had long been ready to operate them. They boarded as soon as the ships were captured, spent a day familiarizing themselves with everything and checking the ammunition reserves, and were then ready to sail straight into battle. The three transport ships brought from