"Szzzzz!"
"Woow..."
The steam spear at the bow became increasingly agitated, scattering the sailors on deck who feared the scalding steam might injure them.
As the violent hissing of steam erupted over the sea, the sea ghost ahead seemed to sense something; in the next moment, it let out a soft shriek, the Vortex on its back gradually shrinking as its body began to sink.
It was preparing to escape from the surface of the water.
But clearly, the Iceberg Queen was not about to give it that chance.
"All hands! Grip your weapons and the railings, prepare for the hunt!"
Pahetz, standing at the edge of the deck, put down her telescope and shouted the command to everyone on board.
By this time, many sailors were below deck in the cabins, responsible for piloting the ship and operating the warship's cannons and other weapons, while the rest gripped firearms and blades, standing by on deck.
