Pirates: Steel Fire

The steel groans and the fire roars. Lin Hai was in the sunken control tower, watching everything he was familiar with being swallowed by the whirlpool. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the wooden cabin, the salty sea breeze, and the lingering cold voice in my head: "Warning: Earth's military-industrial knowledge base has been loaded. Environmental scanning... Paradox of the times. Physical constants shift." He walked onto the deck and saw a small sailboat with a funny skull and crossbones flag on the sea in the distance, firing at a merchant ship. The pirates laughed wildly. Lin Hai touched the non-existent gun on his waist and whispered to the voice in his head: "Longitude and latitude, establish a tactical view. Calculate the wind direction and ocean currents in the current sea area, and calibrate the optimal sniper point." He lost a fleet, but brought with him the spark of an entire civilization. Now, he wants to find the first handful of burning firewood for this romantic and cruel sea.