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Side to side… the seas rocked the many galleys in rhythmic movements. Bahahhahahahah~

Laughter echoed all across the seas, as the many sturdy decks became alive with merriment. The numerous lanterns strung from the masts, casted a warm glow over the crew, who are dancing, singing, and feasting. The sound of flutes and singing filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic clapping of hands. Morwen the conqueror, Alexander Lockhart's famous guard dog, a beastly-looking, tall, and rugged man with a commanding presence, sat with legs spread at the helm, a rare smile on his face, and a nude woman in his lap. He had his one large hand groping the woman's breast, and another on his massive cup filled with ale.

His First Mate, Bakthoza, was also grinning widely when kissing a young kidnapped and captured boy who was struggling for freedom. The Boy was about 8 years old, and Bakthoza liked them that young. "Master, It's not often we get to celebrate, Captain." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Hmmm…" Morwen nodded. "They'll only get this one time celebration, so they enjoy, eat, and have merry before we get serious. But… we must keep an eye on the horizon. The seas are unpredictable."

Morwen wasn't like others who do their standard celebratory festivities so close to enemy territory. While they were still a good month or 2 away from their targeted site, he preferred to give them their battle celebrations. It was customary for all warriors to enjoy before any battle. Think of it like a prisoner having their last meal. This way, if you survive or you die, you can at least go down knowing you've had your fill of good things in this world. While others celebrated when they were 4 or 5 days away from reaching their enemy's territory, Morwen chose to do so several months away when they were still in International waters that don't belong to any territory. .

"To the Captain!"

"To the Commander!~... the greatest General of Lingingburg has ever known!!!" "Hyah!!"

Several people raised their tankards high, laughing and dancing around the decks. Some proceeded to rape captured women and children they stole away while leaving, having 10 men gang up on t1 at a time. So what if they die in the process? The dead bodies are still good for a few minutes for a good time before they throw the bodies into the waters below. Everyone was in high spirits, when suddenly, a dim sight in the far distance caused their celebrations to stop short.

"Captain! Ships on the horizon!"

The crew falls silent, turning to see the dark silhouettes of ships approaching.

Dammit! Now of all times, an intruder chooses to disturb them? Several people who were about to release milk into the pinned down slaves, all cursed loudly, gritting their teeth in fury as they rose up to prepare for the unexpected. Like so, the mood shifts from joy to tension in an instant.

"All hands on deck! Prepare for battle!" Several 2nd in commands quickly lashed out their orders, and their crew scrambled to their positions, the festive atmosphere replaced by the grim readiness of seasoned sailors. They had over 40,000 ships, but the enemy only sailed forward with 3. Typically, they wouldn't cut their celebrations short just for 3 ships. However, the Morg flags on these ships alone was enough to raise caution from them all. As the enemy fleet draws closer, their banners become visible— MORGS. Not just any plain MORGS. The red, gold and black symbols and carvings, signified a greater threat to any who glimpse upon it. From past experiences, these Morgs always had invisible eyes in the skies. Even if they took out people from these 3 ships while out here alone, believe it or not, these MORGS would know and one day come to them, raising hail and brownstones at Alexander. "Caution, everyone… no one bloody take action or I'll have your head!" As of now, Morgs saw Lingingburg like an 'ally', so there was no need to fight. It's just that with Morgs, one could never be too careful or friendly with these people. .the colors of the feared Captain Varian.

Bakthoza cursed. "Of all the cursed luck, why meet these bastards now?"

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Soon, the 3 ships unhurriedly arrived at their location. Ropes were thrown, and sailors from both fleets began to coordinate their efforts. 20 minutes later after everything was finally settled, 3 dashing Morgs in pirate attire, lazily walked the planks connecting the vessels. It didn't take long before they sat on the deck of Noreen's main ship. 3 chairs were given to them opposite Morwen's mighty throne on the deck. The deck was now crowded with Noreen's crew who stood mightily, forming a thick circle around the meeting area. It was amazing to say that the 3 MORGS who stepped out were triplets. They had the same face, with only a few distinctive features.

"Morwen… Morwen the conqueror..." one of the 3 Morgs began, and others completed the sentences, like triplets that they were. "Morwen the conqueror… we know why you are sailing out."

"The ransom note from Baymard, we presume." Chuckle, chuckle~ The triplets began to giggle. "It seems that Baymard, has made a mess of your Master." "Your monarch, His majesty Alexander Lockhart, must have been in a fit when he got the Baymardian letter, refusing to release his son, Prince Skye Lockhart." "Yes~... A disgrace it was, for a puny place like Pyno to disgrace your Lingingburg like rubbish." Morwen's forehead twitched when listening to their taunts. Sure enough, these bloody MORGS had eyes and ears everywhere. How did they know about this matter when he practically left Veinitta the money the letter came and was read? Understand that the seal on the letter had only been broken by his Majesty Alexander on that same moment in front of him before he left. So why do they have information so fast that they were able to pinpoint his route and meet him here today?

Morwen was feeling his veins pop when listening to their talk. "Get to the point."

The triplets friend, while leaning back into their seats simultaneously, like synchronized robots. "Tut-tut-tut… Temper temper."

"With a temper like yours, you're bound to have a heart attack one of these days, Commander Morwen. But just as the sea has a way of surprising us all, life also promises such surprises too." "For you see, just as you're heading for Baymard, we too are headed for Baymard, with the sole goal of destruction!" .

Morwen stared at them in silence, before releasing a large grin on his lips. And then–

Bahahahhahahahah~

Morwen laughed so hard, his belly almost exploded. And of course, even if they didn't understand why Morwen was laughing, his crew also erupted in laughter, laughing so hard their eyes became teary.

"I see… I see… so all this talk was just to ask for help?... Marvelous! It sure is marvelous, to see the great Morgany, as likely old me for help." Instantly, the temperature around the triplets rose by several degrees higher. "Watch your tongue, dog!"

"Morgany is too great to ask for help." "What we want is to offer you a chance to join the fight, since you're already heading that way. And if you don't want to, then stay clear of our way and make a U-turn now!.. the choice is yours!!" freewēbnoveℓ.com

It's just that when they are done with their victory, don't even think they will give prince Skye back to you!

So what's it going to be? –Silence–

Now, Morwen was no longer laughing. All he was sent to do was to teach Baymard a lesson and retrieve the prince. Should he say no, the Morgs will definitely refuse to return Prince back after destroying Baymard. Morwen swore inwardly that one day, he would trample on all these bastard Morgs. "So Morwen the conqueror, will you join, or will you make a U-turn now?" "Join…" Morwen chuckled grimly. What other choice did he have?

Like so, Morgany had roped in another 40,000 fleets top join the war on Baymard.