“The Leviathan!” spat ‘Gunpowder’ McGregor. His motley crew sneered and cackled.
“You think that relic stands a chance against the Cutter? She could take the Leviathan and the entire naval fleet with ease.”
Captain Jack Jones cleaned the dirt from beneath his fingernails with a small pocketknife. He glanced around the impressive top deck of the Cutter.
“I have no doubt of that, matey,” replied Jones, “but I wasn’t referring to that Leviathan.”
As Jones raised the Toothtip Horn to his lips and blew, McGregor paled. A colossal shadow darkened the waters beneath them, and McGregor knew his men were doomed.
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