Chapter 97: Strategy Meeting
Trying to outmaneuver William Oh is an exercise in futility. He invented the art of strategy thousands of years before he was even born. He has forgotten more about underhanded tactics than he will ever know.
He can read thoughts from actions, discern meaning from absence, and punish ignorance like the smiting of a vengeful god.
- Jason Salazar
“Don’t just stand there, cut the lines!” Reese shouted, the emaciated sailor’s bare feet were thumping across the deck as he wielded a machete with reckless abandon, trying to sever the lines mooring them to the dock, but finding that Loth’s ropes were not made to be easily cut.
“Don’t we have to-“ Anna asked, pointing at the furled sail.
“What!? NO! you’d snap the mast like a twig! We just need to shove away from this dock and turn into the wind!”
He pointed towards the interior of The Flotilla.
“We’re on the edge of The Flotilla and the wind is pushing us into them! Right now our huge bulk is acting like a sail and jamming us into them! We have to minimize our profile and let the wind go past us and push them away from us faster than we’re being pushed into them! Now help me cut these ropes!”