"SHIP APPROACHING!" William bounced off his seat and ran to the port, hearing the cry. Bells tolled as soldiers all moved, readying their positions. A single cannon rolled forward, men clearing the way for it, as the crew carefully prepared the ammo for it. Grabbing a telescope, William watched the ship and sighed, seeing the sail.
"FRIENDLY!" Despite his words, none of the men moved, instead tightening the grips on their weapons. They all knew how many enemy ships were coming, and even with the new weapon, they didn't believe it would be a perfect victory. They wondered if it was Alfred fleeing or a messenger to bring terrible news.
