Небо
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— What am I supposed to make of this, Cyros? — he asked after the captain and the others went out on deck. — What were your sailors and you doing that you didn't notice the unidentified ships approaching from all sides?
The ships really had no markings.
— This... — Cyros didn't know what to say.
- Damn it! The sailors who were supposed to be on watch should be flogged at the very least, or thrown overboard at worst.
I suggest turning southwest or southeast and sailing forward. If possible, shoot at the ships. But I'm not sure if we have enough range. Let a medic be on duty on one side, and me on the other. We'll patch up the sailors if necessary.
— It's hard to say, — the captain shrugged, — maybe we should accept them and then decide what to do next. In the worst case, we can try to rush forward, hoping that their cannons won't sink us. Our ship should be faster.
Added 3 minutes later
Did you see that cunning Revan? How skillfully he got me off the deck so that I wouldn't notice the ships.
So, Nebok, are we running or what?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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