““But not nearly as much as the sudden explosion that sent wood, water, and pieces of the beast flying over the lot of them. “What the hell!” Devyl ducked as the sea itself rained down on him. Along with a lot of blood and intestines. He turned to see another ship fast approaching on their starboard side. His gunners struggled to turn their cannons into position for it and reload. As they made ready to fire, he realized that the ship wasn’t aiming at them. It’d struck its mark. Devyl grimaced as soon as he saw who it was. “Halt! ’Tis friendly.” Sort of, anyway. Though a friend should be a little more circumspect than to be firing at them like this. William groaned out loud as he recognized the ship. “Santiago?” “Aye. Bugger’s no doubt thinking to lend us a hand.” Devyl grimaced at the slimy chunks of entrails that clung to him. “Would rather he lend me a towel, to be honest.””
