Dusk descended like a curtain, covering the battlefield at sea. The once tumultuous noise was completely gone, leaving behind bodies, ice chunks, and shattered planks of wood, all mingled together.
The crimson blood, under the glow of the setting sun, tinted the seawater with a resplendent shade of purple.
Large shoals of sharks roamed the sea, feasting on the bodies of the Navy and the pirates.
For them, it was a rare feast that only followed a pirate victory.
If the Navy had won, they would have salvaged the bodies. But with the pirates' victory, they naturally pursued the advantage, seldom retrieving their comrades lost to the sea.
The First Naval Fleet arrived belatedly.
Scenes of gruesome carnage fell into the eyes of the naval soldiers.
The Vice Admiral focused more on observing the floating ice at sea.
These were mostly remnants of shattered float icebergs.
Soon, observations concluded— the Second Fleet's casualties were not as severe as the Vice Admiral anticipated.
