Soon, the wooden ship caught up with the *Narwhal*, and the two vessels raced side by side across the sea. At such a close range, Charles could vaguely hear the roar of the "King".
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! The wooden planks on the side of the enemy ship opened, and pitch-black cannon muzzles extended from within.
With a grim expression, Charles jerked the wheel, turning the *Narwhal* a full ninety degrees to present its bow toward them. This not only minimized their chance of being hit but also allowed his own gunners to fire directly at the enemy.
In an instant, the entire sea was filled with cannon fire. The only thing Charles could hear was the ringing of explosions in his ears.
Suddenly, the *Narwhal* shook violently. His face turned ashen. The hull had been hit!
