William's POV

 

The Crimson Tide was now out at sea on its way to France.

 

As we sailed along, suddenly a bright light interrupted our peaceful night. We saw a ship in the distance, its lights shining brightly in the darkness.

 

"What is that?" one of my shipmates asked.

 

"I don't know," I said. “But whatever it is, we need to be prepared."

 

We all watched as the ship drew closer and closer. It was a large ship—much larger than ours.

 

"That has to be the Maj Cartel," one of the other shipmates said, sounding worried. "They've found us."

 

"We are not going down without a fight," I said. "We...