They encountered their first attack as the fleet crossed the Mozambique Strait.

At that time, William and Charles had just finished the long queue and were sitting down to enjoy their turn to use the toilet.

The so-called toilet is just eight holes opened on the bow deck. The carpenters specially installed cushions and backrests to improve their sense of use. The crew sometimes nicknamed it as "comfortable seats". After all, there are only eight toilets available for use on the ship. Everyone cherishes the hard-earned toilets - only officers can enjoy independent private room toilets, but obviously such noble privileges are not the turn of subordinate officers like William and Charles.

"I suspect that Old Joe put croton or other laxatives into my cup yesterday." Charles moaned loudly, covering his whispering stomach. "He came around to me during the inspection yesterday and stared at me for a long time. His hand touched my cup of water, I'm sure."

"Where did he get laxatives? You ate too many peas yesterday. I told you that the thing didn't taste right. God... you're too smelly." William pinched his nose and moved to the opposite side, at least a little further away from Charles. The sailors next to him looked at him with dissatisfaction. "You can drink oatmeal porridge today, don't touch bacon and beans."

"I just drank a weevil from the oatmeal porridge the day before yesterday... Later I went to Eble to argue, guess what he said - 'Just treat you with a meat dish'! What does this look like!" Charles dared to complain loudly in front of William. In fact, Eble also knocked Charles' head hard with a rice spoon and drove him out of the kitchen, but after he omitted this detail, William did not mention this.

Charles was still chattering, and the observer on duty at the watchtower had blew the warning whistle.

The experienced sailors immediately lifted their pants and jumped up, rushed to the storage room outside to search the guys, leaving two new soldiers looking at each other.

After a quiet moment, Charles asked tentatively, "We... go out too?" He tried to stand up and immediately sat back in pain. "No, I have to sit for a while-"

"Enemy ship is coming! Hurry up." William said as he stood up and tied his trouser belt.

The unfortunate thing was that the enemy ship fired at this moment. With a few rumbling sounds, the silver star shook violently.

William stood unsteadily and fell back to the "comfort seat" he had just used. He was about to lean over to pick up his pants, but the Silver Star was bombarded again, and the hull was shaking. Seeing that Charles, who was magnifying the opposite side, was about to be thrown over.

"Damn!" William didn't care about his pants, and quickly stretched out his hands to support Charles' shoulders, pressing him back to the toilet hole opposite.

The sound of shelling ejaculation continued, and the Silver Asterisk where they were located began to fight back. It was probably because the helmsman was sailing in order to snatch the wind and sailed, and the hull suddenly tilted to an exaggerated angle, and the other end of Charles was sitting was rising higher and higher.

"Help!" Charles shouted.

"Sit down!" William also blushed and shouted. The small compartment had an indescribable odor. If the toilet hole was not too small, Charles would have been thrown out from there by him.

"Don't let go!" Charles panicked in a hurry.

"Don't come over!" William was furious.

The artillery fire outside was everywhere, and the pair of brothers inside were in a hurry.

"You ask me to pull my pants up first!" William didn't care about decency and just wanted to get rid of this terrible situation.

"I can't control it!"

The ship was squeaking again with Charles' screams, and the two of them flew up in the air and then fell back to their original position. Unfortunately, Charles made a loud fart, and William turned his head in despair while holding his breath.

Across the door, there were loud sounds of gold and iron clashes, and there were also men's fighting and crying and crying of pain.

"The pirates are on the boat!" William shouted, "We have to go out quickly!"

"I can't move!" Charles also shouted. It's really not his fault. Just looking at his face, he can support him and continue speaking, which can be considered a miracle.

Just as they were staring at each other, the door panel of the small compartment was knocked open with a "bang". A guy rushed in from the messy crowd outside without looking at it.

The man raised his head and turned out to be a girl with long hair.

After a moment of shock, the two Royal Navy trainees shouted in unison: "Go out!"

The girl who broke in was obviously shocked. However, she quickly came to her senses and pulled out two flintlock pistols from behind her waist at lightning speed, one left and one right against their foreheads.

"Shut up!" she whispered intimidation, "If anyone dares to say another word, I'll shoot me."

Sitting in the pit and being pushed by a gun on the head is probably the most embarrassing captive attitude ever made by the Royal Navy.

William thought she would better pull the trigger quickly and give herself some fun.

Charles' belly screamed unyieldingly, and the girl finally realized what they were doing.

She stared at Charles angrily: "Let it stop calling!"

Charles was afraid that she would shoot, so he didn't dare to say a word, but just shook his head desperately.

The girl was anxious and angry, but she was frightened by the strong smell and did not dare to approach Charles. She turned slightly to William, obviously she was already holding her breath to the point of being about to suffocate.

While she was distracted, William grabbed an arm and twisted her over. He grabbed the pistol that had taken off first and quickly got up, holding his pants in one hand and holding the gun in the other, aiming at the girl of unknown origin from a high point.

The girl had a gun left in her left hand, and she was also facing William at this time.

"You shoot whatever you want. But I suggest you be honest," William wanted to put his face up and put it in his pocket. "Anyway, I'm no longer afraid of death."

The girl looked at him with contempt.

After a stalemate for a while, she threw the gun aside in annoyance, raised her hands and crossed her head.
Chapter completed!