Papa hears the city's defenses firing
"The city's cannon choir has decided to serenade us, ensign load up those flak cannons and shoot into the mass of enemy ships."
He extends his hand out to Jun'ko "Now, for the grand tour..."
He lead her about, they headed back through the crew's quarters "The ship was meant to accompany trade vessels, but due to it's fairly large size crew stayed on board during trips."
He lead her through the dining area, into the stairwell "Upstairs we got storage, ammunition, food, ect... Downstairs is what ya wanna see..."
"EeeeEeEEe can I?" She ran down the stairs
"Calm down, we got the entire bleedin' raid, lass..."
He followed her and when she came into view she was gawking at one of the cannons. The gunner didn't even notice her.
"What are these?"
"Maelstrom heavyflak, the typhoons successor... moderately bigger, increased range to around 4.1m if ya got the gods on your side..." He said moving to the center of the deck.
"BUT WE DON'T NEED THE GODS DO WE BOYS"
"NO SIR" They fired in unison, the sound of the updated flaks shook the ship and left Papa and Jun's ears ringing
"Hahaha never gets old..." All Jun could see was the movement of Papa's lips and a muffled bassy voice complementing it.
Whether or not the gunners hit or not was debatable, there was too much visual noise from the battle that was already happening to be able to tell.
Jun, still in shock and partially deaf was met by the tugging of Papa trying to guide her back upstairs.
Once they arrived back on deck they were both given spyglasses, they watched the fighting together while listening to the rhythmic firing of the flak beneath them.