"We aren't winning this fight today, Kael. But we aren't dying today either."
Thorne looked at the deck. It was a ruin. The mortar station was a heap of splintered timber, and his best surgeon was currently busy cauterizing his own leg. Through the thick fog, the silhouette of the enemy vessel loomed, its harpoons ready to drag them into the abyss. Abandon Ship [v 1.0.13381] (2019) PC | Repack b...
Thorne grabbed the ship’s log and shoved it into his waterproof tunic. He watched as his crew scrambled into the tiny rowing boats. They were battered, terrified, and exhausted, but they were alive. As the Resilient began its final tilt, the stern lifting toward the stormy sky, Thorne was the last to leap. "We aren't winning this fight today, Kael
The hull of the Resilient groaned, a low, metallic death rattle that vibrated through the soles of Captain Elias Thorne’s boots. Around him, the world was a chaotic blur of salt spray, black smoke, and the emerald glow of Kraken ink. The mortar station was a heap of splintered
Huddled in the lifeboat with five survivors, Thorne grabbed an oar. The Cultist ship was turning, its lanterns glowing like the eyes of a predator, searching for survivors in the dark. "What now, Captain?" Kael whispered, shivering.
"Captain! The main mast is gone!" shouted Kael, the master gunner, his face slick with blood and seawater. "The pumps can’t keep up. She’s taking on too much!"
He hit the freezing water, the shock stealing his breath. When he surfaced, the great ship was gone, replaced by a violent whirlpool and floating debris.