Book Seven: Chapter 236

“Need a lift?” She looked up at him and grinned. “Least you could do is show me your legs.”

“Can you get me up there?” He pointed at Francois’ ship. A sparkling cloud of debris hovered behind it, the shattered planking now moving backward in slow motion as the ship repaired itself. Divine anger radiated from the ship, but Mike didn’t care.

“Do you even need to?” she asked. “From here, he’s definitely losing.”

The winds shifted, blowing holes in the clouds above to allow the sun’s light through. Francois fired his cannons, but Mike couldn’t see their target. However, he did see the tendrils of magic that crawled into the sky, manipulating the clouds and pushing the gaps toward the USS Arizona. The spirits of the Arizona had surprise on their side, but if they got hit by the sun, it wouldn’t matter.

“He won’t be for long.” Mike put a hand to his ear. “Death, can you ask the Arizona to start firing on the smaller ships instead? I’m about to