The sea waves undulated.
A large and a small ship faced each other from a distance. The narrow view of the telescope trembled slightly, and amidst the distorted heat, only ant-like figures on the small ship's deck and the swaying sails of the large ship could be vaguely seen.
The stare-down between both sides lasted for about two minutes.
Seeing no sign of the large ship approaching, Sunday let out a small sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to continue waiting for the large ship to depart, he suddenly saw it slowly change direction, revealing its dark cannon ports as it turned its hull.
Though separated by several hundred meters, those seemingly ominous concealed weapons still exerted psychological pressure.
Having learned about the effective range of 17th-century naval cannons in weaponry classes, even knowing those cannons posed no threat at this safe distance, facing the cannon's mouths, he still felt a premonition of danger.
