"You really are a clever little devil. If I bullied you, wouldn't you kill me with a single Pyroblast?"
I know that much, at least. Unless I found a rather special way to bully you...
Time flew. By the weekend, with Jaina's help, the Morris Machine Factory had built ten Steam Power Engines.
The warships at the Shipyard had already undergone internal modifications, and installation of Steam Power Engines on five of them began that very day.
Rowan's first warship transported the remaining five Steam Power Engines to Cape Town.
A meeting had already been held in Morris Town, and Cape Town's mayor had long since made preparations to receive them. Once the engines arrived, installation would take less than a day, and the warships from Cape Town's shipyard would soon reach Morris Town.
Thanks to the groundwork laid by the Shipyard, Rowan assembled a small fleet of eleven warships in fewer than ten days.
All were medium-sized warships, with roughly the same number of cannons and similar drafts.
With steam power, medium-sized warships could carry more cannons. Although Rowan's fleet consisted of only eleven ships, its firepower rivaled that of any medium-sized fleet.
Rowan had wanted to build more warships before setting sail, but the order's delivery deadline was fast approaching. Eleven warships were already the limit.
Once the family's navy arrived in Morris Town tomorrow, Rowan's fleet would depart for Boralus. He would prepare to lead the family's Merchants' Guild out to sea, bound for Southshore, the Kingdom of Lordaeron's southern port.
The room was dimly lit. Candle flames mounted on the walls flickered in the wind, threatening to go out.
The sea wind was growing stronger. Every night, the waves outside the Storm Temple battered the coastal reefs like savage beasts.
With the weather so poor,