My infiltration of the warship was met with a ragtag group of under-equipped and inexperienced marines. They were severely understaffed, lacking cannons, experience, and most importantly, personnel. A small crew, with tattered sails, barely had enough cannonballs to go around. When I requested supplies from Admiral En Yuan, his response was, "There are no supplies, only life and death. See how much my head is worth? If you've got the guts, take my head and trade it for cannons." Unbelievable! If I could have killed him, I would have. But then I realized, I can't instantly kill him, and he can't instantly kill me. People can't do things beyond their abilities, so I felt better. My seafaring life began with such humble beginnings, even considered...unremarkable.