Chapter 203
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Caster paced along the deck, eyes narrowed as he watched the horizon. The creature they had just slain was something he’d never seen before—a bizarre, elongated fish with writhing tentacles. For a moment, when it surfaced, he had thought it was the legendary Kraken. But it turned out to be something else, some kind of freakish sea beast no one had ever spoken about.

Before he could analyze it further, Jake had already swung his saber down with a sharp, commanding “Fire!” The cannons roared to life, launching a barrage at the creature.

After the smoke was settled Caster looked on as the cannon balls flew through the air to strike their targets for some and fall into the sea others. Even then, it was only too obvious that they had to steer the ship at the same time that they aimed their cannons.

This monstrous creature clearly noticed us, it roared loudly and flailed some appendages that was sticking out from the water. For a moment Caster prepared himself for it to attack perhaps st
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