He went away, and then came back. The ship he was on was a little smaller than the one the soldier was on. They came up with the boat that the swordsman was on. From their boat, they came out and boarded the boat that he was on.
"Mr. Captain, we're ready to leave!"
The white haired captain nodded at the man. He pushed the man over the edge. The man dove into the water and disappeared. He had come over to the boat looking like a sailor but he was really a spy. He had been sent to find the ship.
The woman fell out of the ship. Water caught her in midair. She was trained in the water, and was also a special case. She was a friend of all the water animals. She was a goddess as well. She was standing on the deck of the ship, and she was watching the water. She was watching carefully.
"Captain, bring this ship up. We have to go to the other ship."
"You'll be swamped. You'll be hit by the fire."
"If you're so intent on dying, then I'll help you die."
He raised up his sword, and cut the captain's hand open. The captain pulled back his lost hand. He took a deep breath. He bowed his head in shame and then sliced through the sword of the captain. The captains took this as a sign that they may start sailing away. The captain took a deep breath, took a couple of steps, and fell off of the ship. He fell into the water, and then came to the top. He was a big man, and he was proud. He looked around, and saw the woman swimming up the ship. She had fed the children and sent them far away. She had also given him his medal. He reached for it, and put in back in place. She swam by water, she lived there. She had also given the captain his gift, his shichu. It was the medal of honor. She had also given him a promise. He would be back.
The captain and the soldier both, boarded the old ship. He held his sword down low, and cut through the throat of the crew, sending them into the water. They were all back water, suffering as the ship was surrounded. He looked over the edge. The pilot was swimming, he had the captain's medal. He looked over the edge and saw the woman swimming up. She was grabbing onto the side of the ship. Her small hand was grabbing onto the top of the vessel. The pilot kicked in the water. They were swamped, but the water turned it in a huge wave and hit the old ship. It was a lucky shot, and it struck the old ship.
The fireball was launching. It was a huge ball of fire that was flying at the ship. The ball was flying through the air. The leader saw it from up on his boat, and he pulled out his sword. He cut through the magic, and flew it to the next ship. The ball of fire exploded, sending the ship in to the harbor. The people ran from the ship. The fire was raging around the ship.
"Get us out of here," the captain cried. "Get us to the center of the harbor and then we'll leave."
"Captain!"
He looked forward and a hole was in the ship. The bow of the ship was blown out. "Quickly! Quickly, work your magic! Quickly!"
The engines began to be started. They moved the ship, and the ball of fire had not landed on them yet. It was going the other way now. The engines started-
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"Sir, we might not get away."
"What do you mean, you might not?"
"There are the sisters of the water."
"I don't care about the sisters of the water."
"We'll be hit by the fire."
"Give me something to throw!"
"I don't have anything. What do we do?"
"We're going to turn around. We're going to try to make it out."
"Yes, sir."
"We're going to turn around. There's nothing we can do, we'll be swamped in the harbor. The water is going to swallow us. I can't feel my fingers, I can't feel my hand!"
"Why does this have to happen at all?"
"Why? I'm being punished for everything by Karma."
"Who are you?"
"I don't know who I am. I'm from the south side. My name is India. I'm not going into the water. I can't swim very well. I'm going to stay on the ship. Stay there, don't fall off. That's an order."
"I don't know whether to laugh or cry."
"What about the other ship?"
"We'll fight with them. They haven't even aimed at us yet."
"That's good. The people in this boat are strange. They deserve to die. Aren't we going to fight them?"
"There's no way we'll win. If we fight them, we might make it, but we'll be dead. We'd better pray."
"I've got to go back. I can't let these people die."
"We're going to make it. I can feel it."
"I'll close my eyes and pray."
"Sir, we're hitting obstacles. There are bubbles."
"Use the sail! Go with the wind!"
The sword struck the white-haired captain's head off. His body fell to the bottom of the ship. It was The Sword of Sword Rain, called Kiritsugu Emiya. Many people died that day, when the ships collided and collided. It was a terrible day.