The loud bang shook the deck, along with other cannons firing, the boy manned his cannon, reloading it automatically after it was fired to fire another. Every Time the cannon hit the opposing ship the boy's heart dropped with constant questions, asking himself if he killed someone or if this was even the right thing, but he kept going. Load, fire, load, fire, was the only action the boy could do.
"We're hittin'! Good keep on 'em!" one of the men shouted from afar
Tanoro was lost, his hands started to violently shake as he grabbed for another cannon, he dropped it and it rolled around the ship as one of the crewmen started to shout at him he couldn't hear a word. He was deep in thought as he loaded the cannon again and shot, this time the cannon hit the deck and he could see the deck of the opponent's ship flooding. As the ship got deeper the more he thought about what he just went through, and most of all what he did. The young man took up to the rum barrels. This was Tanoro's first battle, and he was in shock
