Willem watched as the burning ships began to sail towards him. At first he thought there was some danger but immediately after he realized the silly generals fault in the plan. The ship's sails had caught fire and were burning at a fast rate. Soon enough they had halted movement and were slowly sinking under their own flames before they had even gotten close to the scout schooners on the borders of the fleet. A small laugh escaped his lips, he swung his arm forward and his fleet along with his boat began to advance forward again. He whispered something to his first-mate who descended to the lower decks and called something back to the fleet. Soon enough the broadsides of every ships had opened wooden flaps to reveal the steel circles that were the new pattented cannons. Designed to be easier to reload and quicker to fire. A grin grew on his face, ships attacking from the sides would be destroyed before they even got close and ships coming head on would have to face O'hutch's sail destroyers and the sheer ramming power of King Brutes ships. Along with their newfound stranger ally's strange animal force.