Twelve long-nose guns lined either side, and two heavy cannons had been mounted on the deck. The bridge sat on the far end, and unlike ships Malja knew, this one lacked a single mast. No winds powered this beast. Only the Great Well’s magic. Caked with dirt, rust, and mold, the massive ship reminded Malja of an old warrior refusing to accept that age had taken away his ability to fight. She knew well how a man like that could surprise even the most experienced.Autoflys rose to the ship carrying supplies while others returned to the surface to reload. Elderly woman and children old enough to reach the controls piloted these crafts while the young adults loaded the ship. Malja could hear Hirasa on the deck ordering people about.“We’re ready,” Krunlo said from behind.Malja stepped back into the building and followed him to the war room — the same room that had both protected and imprisoned the townspeople during the Scarite attack. Fawbry, Tommy, Canto, and several men Malja did not know all encircled a table fashioned out of a door.
