Diego stood at the top of the mast, looking out into the distance. Thanks to the blessing of Eagle Eye, he can see farther than any sailor.

Even from a layman's eye, Diego could see how good the brig was. The Swordfish – as the owner, Diego had the right to name the clipper – and as the name suggests, the ship's sleek shape and excellent balance make it faster and smoother. Even if today's opening is as violent as a jealous woman, this clipper boat at full speed can still calmly jump and fall from the crests and valleys of the waves, splashing huge waves.

Standing on the lookout, Diego didn't feel turbulent at all, he had fallen in love with the feeling of chopping the wind and waves, the air was filled with the fishy smell of sea salt, in the refreshing sea breeze, Diego stood steadily on the highest part of the Swordfish like a cormorant, looking for the traces of the Cutting Waves.

They had been separated from the flying Osprey for more than a week, and the Swordfish, which was on a reconnaissance and search mission, was walking in a "Z" shape in the vast waters southeast of Haguero Island. If the Wave Chopper still lingers in this area, then sooner or later, they will be able to find it.

That would be the start of a victory, and everyone on board the Swordfish had no doubt about it. There was no chance that the fat and stupid heavy gunboat could run faster than they were, because the Swordfish was a newly designed ship, with a sturdy and smooth hull, more streamlined than any older ship, almost entirely built for speed. Once bitten, this deep sea will be the final burial place of the Wavecutter.

Diego was particularly hungry for the victory, and he was desperate for the boat's maiden voyage to end in a victory. It was almost the fate of the Swordfish, and Treasure Bay built the ship to hunt down the rampant pirates, and coincidentally, even with a change of owner, its first voyage did not change its original purpose.

So when a little light suddenly flashed on the surface of the sea in the distance, Diego tensed his body violently. It was the reflection of the telescope, and Diego was the first to realize it. He stared into the distance, and in that direction, a sail gradually rose from the sea level.

The ship did not detect their arrival. Still driving slowly and leisurely east, because the sun was setting in the west, it was behind the Swordfish, and it was seen from that side. Nothing but a glare of sunlight was to be seen.

"Discover the target! The starboard side of the bow is off two compass points, and a ship appears! Diego leaned out from the mast and shouted down.

There was a commotion on the deck, and almost everyone rushed out of the cabin. The captain of the Swordfish, whose entire crew is a veteran seafaring hired by Treasure Bay, rushes up to the stern. Holding a brass monocular, he looked out.

At this time, the distance between the two ships was getting closer and closer, and even the red striped sails and the huge skull pattern on the boat could be seen clearly.

"Give a signal, notify the flying Osprey!" The captain commanded loudly.

A few seconds later, a loud bang rang out in the direction of the ship's bow, and a dazzling flash of fire shot into the sky, exploding into a cloud of orange smoke. The smoke is bright in color and is accompanied by bright flashes. Even from dozens of nautical miles away, you can see it clearly. This strange cloud of smoke condensed in the air and lasted for a long time, and even the strong sea breeze could not make it drift away.

However, the pirate ship also noticed the smoke and immediately spotted their arrival. In a burst of exclamations, the square sails and spinnakers on the foremast and mast that had been tied to the Wave Chopping were raised. Obviously, these pirates are not fools, they know very well that the other party is summoning helpers, and if they don't run away now, when will they wait?

The Swordfish chased after it without hesitation. But instead of approaching the range of the artillery, they cut diagonally to the right of the Wavecut. Before the flying Osprey arrives to help, all they have to do is force them to turn and slow down and hold off the pirate ship. Their advantage is speed rather than firepower, and they are no match for firepower.

Diego slipped off the mast, and in his place was the Swordfish's full-time lookout. He came to the top of the bow tower and watched the distance between the two sides get closer and closer, to be honest. He was a little nervous, even with the news from the Flying Osprey, which had fought the Waves, that there was no caster on this pirate ship.

It was at this time that the goblin sailors sang the sailor's song again, not to mention, this strange tune was really relaxing.

"Two thousand yards!" The lookout shouted from the masttop lookout, and he was reporting the distance to the enemy ship. The sailors continued to sing loudly, it was still early before the war began, and these veterans who had been begging for a living at sea for many years did not take the coming war seriously at all.

"Fifteen hundred yards!" The second shout from the lookout was heard. The sail hand gave the order, and the auxiliary sail opened with a bang, and it was almost instantly full of wind. The Swordfish sped up again, as if it were just gliding on the surface of the sea, not eating into the water at all.

"A thousand yards!" The lookout shouted again. At that moment, a bright light flashed from the stern of the Chopper, followed by gunsmoke. They fired!

But at this distance, not a single cannon could hit the high-speed Swordfish, not even the protection of the gods. The shell fell into the sea a few dozen meters away on the starboard side, splashing a huge column of waves.

However, this is the closest shell fired by the Wavecutter to the Swordfish in this naval battle. At the captain's command, the Swordfish deflected at a slight angle to the right, and the course that had coincided with the Wave Chopper gradually departed. They were to go to the front of the pirate ship and force them to turn. Once turned, this fat old-fashioned sailboat will inevitably slow down.

Diego stretched out his hand and gently scratched Guan Haifa's chin, the big cat squinted his eyes pleasantly and let out a low purr, enjoying the rare pre-war peace.

"I'm fed up with these days of rocking around the sea, Diego, when are we going back to Mooncreek?" Just then, Diego heard Masrae's voice. He looked back and saw the Night Elves coming out of the cabin, yawning lazily. His injuries had fully healed – and once the druids were good enough to heal themselves, any injuries were no longer a problem.

"Truth be told, we Shuharu have never liked to ride boats, because the sea is the domain of Nepturon the Tide Hunter, who is the nemesis of Mother Earth." He was followed by the Minotaur Princess, and the two of them had a good conversation, and they had so much in common to talk about for two races who liked to be close to nature.

"After this battle, we will go back." Diego replied that he was also a little homesick.

At that moment, the captain shouted.

"Turn the rudder to the left at forty-five degrees, ready to cut in!"

The Sea Spirit tilted sharply to the left, and Diego had to hold on to the fence with both hands. He steadied himself and stared at the Wavecutter, which was almost parallel to the Swordfish.

The pirate ship was still firing its guns, but their shells seemed so slow that they landed almost all of them in vain where the Swordfish had just sailed. (To be continued.) )