The blue Northern Dominica Sea still swells with the icy humidity of early spring, the three-masted battleship full of cargo under the flaming goshawk flag floats up and down with the waves, the captain with a big brimmed hat holds the helm and shouts the password, the sailors on the deck are more steady than on land, and the swollen white linen sails look quite dazzling in the sun.

Little Goodwin, who was standing on the deck, stared nervously at the horizon in the distance, in a state of a little languishing - although his natural Dominic blood made him quite adaptable to life at sea, it did not mean that the little squire did not know what fear was, and it was normal to encounter any accidents on the sea, even his father, who was the president of the Chamber of Commerce, had to climb the steps outside the Radiant Cross Chapel to pray every time the merchant ship went to sea.

The sailors of the sea are the most devout believers in the Radiant Cross, and there is no greater unity than the sailors of a boat. For little Goodwin, it was the first time in his short life that he had taken on such a heavy responsibility, and the thought of this made him feel terrified, completely devoid of the agility and intelligence that he should have been.

The trip was so smooth sailing, although the journey to The Hague almost met the storm, but in the end it was a thrilling and even arrived at The Hague Port ahead of schedule, and I was so lucky to meet Miss Alan Kwyn that it took only three days to buy all the goods I needed, and the price was quite low;

It's going so smooth, it's really going so well, it shouldn't have been so smooth...... Little Goodwin was almost more and more afraid the more he thought about it, he was no longer afraid that he would die, he had already made enough preparations when he was willing to go on an expedition with Edward, and even wrote a suicide note to his mother and father, because he firmly believed that as long as he followed this Sir Edward, he would be able to achieve far more than a president of the Chamber of Commerce.

He feared that he would be hundreds ...... If just because he was unable to deliver these important supplies in time, as a result, Fort Clarion fell, the expeditionary force was defeated by the Otovik family who were attacked from both sides, and the Kingdom of Turin lost face - the more he thought about it, the more he felt the responsibility on his body, and the unprecedented pressure made little Goodwin not even have the heart to sleep, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the endless horizon day and night, just to be able to see the flaming goshawk banner still hanging on Fort Clarion earlier.

"Haven't you seen enough after a day, my little adult?" the captain laughed heartily, "Let's go back to sleep quickly, and we'll be there tomorrow morning—maybe you'll wake up by then." ”

"I've heard that our Vice Admiral Edward Witwood is no ordinary person - the Blood Flag Brotherhood was exterminated by him alone, and the previous riot in the Radiant Cross Templar, if it weren't for his Royal Highness the Prince, he would have died a long time ago!" the hearsay captain talked excitedly: "This lord must have been blessed by the Radiant Cross, and even our ship was protected by it, and there were no even big waves along the way......"

"Not necessarily, it's impossible to know the weather or anything. Nervous little Goodwin couldn't help but say a few more words: "No one knows when we will meet, if we are unlucky, maybe we will ...... tonight."

"Don't say it!" the captain interrupted him with a sudden shout, which frightened little Goodwin a little: "Haven't you heard that a crow's mouth is the most effective thing on the sea, if it is really ...... by you"

......The conversation was interrupted by the rapid ringing of bells, and the two men, who were startled almost at the same time, immediately raised their heads to look over, and the lookout on the crossbar at the top of the mast rang the alarm bell desperately, and pointed with his right hand to the sea in the distance.

"There's a ship coming from over there, it's Dominica's schooner!" The sailor standing on the beam shouted in an almost hysterical voice: "The enemy ship is coming, the enemy ship is coming!"

Sure enough, it won't be so smooth sailing...... Little Goodwin's face was about to burst into tears, and he quickly threw himself on the port side and looked out at the horizon in the distance, and in the thick sea fog, a ship with a Dominic schooner was heading this way.

Fortunately, there was only one ship, and little Goodwin comforted himself so much, there was nothing to worry about at all. Although Dominica's anti-schooning ships have always been known for their speed over short distances, there is no need to be afraid of him even if it rushes up, this ship has a whole ......

It wasn't just little Goodwin alone, almost all the sailors on deck had their eyes wide, and they almost fell out of their faces and eyes - as if they were demons running out of hell, one by one the schooners gradually emerged from the sea fog one after another.

This is not an enemy ship at all, this is a fleet!

"Enemy ships are coming——!!!!," shouted the lookout on the crossbar of the mast in almost despair, as if he were almost about to cry. The entire deck was in complete panic, and the frenzied sailors were desperately looking for weapons that could be used, and many of them were even shouting to abandon the ship and run away.

And just on the sea not far away, the Dominica fleet, which was following behind a purple sail flagship, seemed to have discovered the battleship with the flag of the flaming goshawk, and with the sound of "rumbling" drums, the longboat that was originally on the two wings immediately increased its speed, lowered its long oars and drove at full speed.

"They're coming, they're coming!" shouted the sailors on the ship, holding their heads in despair, there were at least a dozen ships on the other side, almost overwhelming numbers - if they were caught, they would not have won!

"Don't even shout at me, like a damn bitch!" "The captain who clung to the rudder shouted: "Look at your appearance, are you really men from Seahorse Harbor?!"

"You can scold me casually, but you can't say I'm not from Seahorse Harbor!" A frightened half-dead sailor suddenly stood up, stiffened his neck and resisted: "My father is from Seahorse Harbor, my grandfather served as an attendant to the Minest family, and also participated in the Battle of Dominica, and his old man was burned alive by Dominic's miscellaneous pieces on the ship!"

"Then let them see you bear look, you pee without seeing those damn wretchs, and you dare to call yourself a man from Seahorse Harbor?!" The captain was still scolding disdainfully: "Thirty years ago we were able to overthrow them, and today we can, who wants to show these damn things how powerful the Turines are?"

"Whoa," shouted the sailors, ——!!!! aloud.

"The wind is in our favor, today we will show this group of guys how fast the battleship of the Turin can run!" The roaring captain turned the rudder fiercely, and the battleship, which was still moving smoothly, shook violently as if it had hit a wall, and quickly made a bend in the sea, and the heavy bronze ramming horns shattered the oncoming waves, turning into white waves and dancing in the air.

The sailors with the backbone seemed to have found motivation, and without any orders, they had already found their own positions on the ship, shouting all kinds of slogans and busy, and even the sturdy deck was trampled by them, as if echoing the war drums of the Dominicans.

The Dominica fleet, which was in close pursuit, seemed to have discovered, or rather had long expected them to escape, dozens of ignited rockets dragged through the black smoke and flew out, but because of the distance, most of them only fell in the waves, and the few that hit were only inserted into the armor on the side and extinguished.

The sailors on the ship immediately cheered happily, and many of them even made very obscene gestures towards the ship behind them, and the atmosphere suddenly rose a lot.

"In this way, you might be able to escape!" said little Goodwin as if relieved, and said to the captain with some excitement, "Right?!"

"Maybe, but don't get that hope. The captain's face darkened, and he whispered, "Because they can't be dumped!"

(hmm...... I was complained by a friend that the protagonist was inexplicably cold and cruel, saying that Kongkong likes to write about this kind of protagonist with an extreme personality, and Theodore of "Banner of Glory" is completely a virgin or something, but I have tried my best to make Edward more normal. Anyway, you've all noticed Webb Alexander's name, but in fact, I also used a stalk on Edward, Witwood is "WinterWood", which means "Winter Wood" - yes, I'm an old fan)