“All Bucansians and rebels are accounted for, Commander!” a naval officer shouted.
“Then let’s end this. Bring the Avadierish fleet down!”
Horns blared across the fleet and cannons boomed from the ships all around them.
The remains of the Avadierish fleet burst into flames. Masts toppled and ships began to sink slowly and steadily into the dark waves.
Lumina gulped, thinking of the Butterfly’s slow descent.
Screams drifted towards them on the wind from the Avadierish and the water glowed with silver magic, keeping the hot water from killing the surviving sailors. The Bucansian fleet waited until the last of the ships had gone down before dispatching rescue boats. They took the surviving Avadierish into custody, tended to their wounds and locked them in the holds of their ships.
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