Liam sat next to a cannon as he used the butt of his carbine rifle to break apart a piece of hard tack, finally after a good hard wacks he was able to break off a satisfactory piece "Ugh, finally" The Sergal sailor said picking up a the piece of hard tack from the floor and dipping it in his cup of cold coffee. Liam then took a bite, even with the coffee it was hard to eat but it was all he had to eat. Bored, Liam looked out the nearby gun port and watched as the waves, suddenly he saw a small group of ships, ships that didn't have the flag of the Sergal Republics. Liam quickly swallowed his bite of hard tack and drunk the rest of his cold coffee, then he slung his carbine rifle over his shoulder and ran to the top deck "Captain! Captain, ships off the port bow! And they aren't from the U.S.R." Liam shouted up to the helm, as a low ranking sailor, he can't get any closer "Orders Captain?!"