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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 will show them what the Shadow Clan is made of."

As we watched the ship draw nearer, we all prepared for the worst. We did not know what was coming, but we knew we had to be ready for anything.

"Ready yourselves, if this is what I think it is, it is time to feast!" I commanded. "We are going to show them what we are capable of. "Stay put everyone, hold your positions, we have to be sure."

Just then,