The Maiden did not drop sail, it was still at high speed.
The bottom of the boat, which was specially reinforced with sturdy old oak, and the parasitic barnacles and other crustaceans on it also made it less easily chiseled.
Because of the frequent part-time pirates, the last thing this armed merchant ship lacked was weapons, and in just a few minutes, the sailors armed with scimitars were already standing on the side of the ship.
There are not too many sailors on the Virgin, even sailors and gunners, and there are more than thirty in total.
But when the Stormwhip soldiers joined in, the deck was packed with people.
Truth be told, if the opponent wants to jump into the gang, this boatload of heavily armed men will surprise them.
On the lower gun deck, the gunners were training to load their guns, and unlike the full-time pirate ships, the Virgin was loaded with cannons no more than twelve pounder, but even these small cannons fired enough grapeshot to give a pot of water to the Nagas who wanted to climb through the gun window.
The Naga Sirens did not attack immediately, and the setting sun shone on the surface of the sea as everyone watched.
But at this moment, this wave of light is surging violently, as if a school of big fish is rolling and stirring under the water.
A few minutes later, a seal leaped out of the water, transformed into a panther in the air, and then grabbed the side of the boat and flipped over, a hull several meters high for a clawed one.
Behind it, several naga poked out of the water, looked at it reluctantly, and then dived back underwater.
"Don't hurt it, it's your own people!"
Diego shouted in unison, stopping the sailors who were staring at the Panther.
"Well done, man!"
He greeted the druid, who was transforming into a Night Elf, and handed him a towel.
If it weren't for Masrae's underwater trouble, which bought the sailors enough time to prepare, they might have been caught off guard.
"They're attacking the tail rudder, and they're on the verge of success!"
Masrae wiped the seawater from his face and said.
What are they attacking the tail rudder for?
Diego turned his head and looked inquiringly at Captain Aubrey beside him.
"What the hell!"
The captain ignored the explanation, and strode towards the stern.
For a long time, many people often think that a sailboat powered by the wind can only sail when it is downwind, and it cannot sail when it is headwind, but this is not the case, and sailboats can also sail when there is a headwind, as long as the angle between the course and the wind direction is maintained.
In order to do this, the sailboat does not go in a straight line when sailing against the wind, but in a "Z" shape, so the rudder that adjusts the course is especially important at this time, and once the stern rudder is destroyed, the whole ship loses power and drifts with the wind.
"Sail hand, drop the sail, all three sails fall!"
After a few glances downward, the captain shouted to the sailors on the mast.
Soon, the sails on all three masts were rolled down.
The sailmen are as familiar with these cobweb-like tangled ropes as their own palm prints, and they know that pulling the rope will bring the sail down as quickly as possible.
Losing the impetus of the wind, the Maiden began to slow down and finally came to a slow stop.
"Rather than waiting for the rudder to get out of control and the ship gets out of control, let's stop ourselves!"
Captain Aubrey calmly walked back to Diego and explained that he had calmed down after the initial panic.
The addition of Diego's Saint Guard gave him great confidence, and he was not afraid of anyone now.
"Drachry, you take someone to the bilge and prepare to pump water to plug the leak!"
He grabbed his boatswain and shouted, "If these basilisks don't take the opportunity to scuttle the bottom of my ship, then hell will they live!"
” "Maybe I can go with them."
The druid on the side suddenly spoke.
Once the ship is scuttled, there is probably no one on the ship who will survive except him, and this matter is much more important than him killing a few Naga Sirens on it.
"Oh, are you sure?"
Captain Aubrey said incredulously.
In his eyes, this layman may not be able to help him except add to the chaos.
"Of course, I'm sure."
The Night Elf casually carried an empty oak bucket next to it, and infused it with a hint of nature's power.
Almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, a pliable branch sprouted from the wall of the bucket and wrapped around the handle of the bucket, more tightly and firmly than the best of the craftsmen, and at last the branch even tied itself in a sailor's knot at the other end of the handle, and tightened the end of the rope.
"Wow, that's a ......," muttered Captain Aubrey with his mouth wide open, his hand carefully stroking the handle of the bucket, the hard touch coming from it was all too real.
"With Masrae's help, those Nagas who scuttle the boat will be exhausted."
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Diego said jokingly.
He misses the Arcane Bomb he made, but the materials for the Arcane Bomb are too expensive, so he made one out of the leftovers from the Death Gaze, which he used on the Naga pirates on Okaz Island, and now he doesn't have one on hand.
"It's time for these damn basilisks to attack, too."
Watching Masrae and his party disappear under the hatch, Captain Aubrey said.
He and Diego walked up the stern and looked down into the water.
The surface of the water was still calm, but you could vaguely see the python-like figures of the Nagas swimming underwater.
"Yes, when they find that they can't dig through the bottom of the boat."
Diego replied.
This is the Naga Siren's routine, generally speaking, they will first destroy the tail rudder of the target ship, or entangle it with waterweeds, and then when the ship gets out of control, they will try to take advantage of the opportunity to dig through the bottom of the ship, so that even if they can't sink the ship, they can create panic and confusion for the defenders, creating an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Sure enough, as Diego said, the futile Naga raiders gave up on continuing to scuttle the ship after a lot of tossing and turning, and instead attacked from the side of the Virgin.
Like a rapidly leaping cobra, dozens of nagas catapulted from the water and swooped down on the side of the ship.
The serpentine tail stretched out, almost causing their upper body to rush directly to the side of the ship.
Behind the water, a dozen Naga with tridents poked out and threw them at the boat to cover their charging companions.
But Aubrey, who had suffered a lot at the hands of the Naga, had already figured out how to deal with this attack.
The Virgin's outboard was coated with a smooth layer of fish oil, and the Naga that rushed up had no attachment at all, and fell down again before it could turn over the side of the ship.
At this time, the artillery on the lower level also opened fire, and the Naga spear-throwers who threw cover in the distance were beaten with a scream, and they all sank into the water, rippling blood flowers on the sea.
"That's it?"
Diego asked, holding on to the side of the ship at the top of the stern, in surprise.
His death gaze was still behind him, and before he could take it off, the battle was over.
"How, that's the appetizer!
These damn basilisks aren't that easy to deal with!
The captain said with a smile.