England had expected an attack, to be quite honest. There was no way the Rulers would allow the lot of them to leave so easily. With sword in hand, he quickly ran to the back of the ship and started slashing at the little beasts. Each swing of his weapon was for all the problems he'd faced when coming to Arcanarum; he'd been taken from his world, had his magic stolen, had been turned into a puppet, was put in a dress, was given a tail. And there were many other things he wanted to punish the Rulers for.

He had to be careful of the water. No matter how good his sea legs were, if the ship sank, England would drown. But he was not scared. He didn't fear the Rulers. No, he was just filled with anger. The country sought a blood-soaked revenge and, perhaps more importantly, an escape. This needed to end now.