The giant was in midstride when its flesh shredded apart in a bloody rain of torn parts. Flynn blinked and then glanced off to the side to see the USS Nathaniel had come broadside and was even now rotating her twin guns away in search of a new target. The Nathaniel had saved his bacon with their highly accurate salvo of homemade grapeshot.
Flynn lifted a hand in thanks, but he doubted any of Matt's crew saw it. Perhaps the little boat wasn't such a worthless pee shooter after all.
Flynn corrected to a course that would bring him up alongside of the remaining two whalers, which were putting on sail in an effort to escape port. There would be no escape today if it was up to him.