That’s excellent tension building—you’ve really nailed the atmosphere of suspense and control shifting in Adam’s favor. Here’s a slightly refined continuation of your scene, keeping the style and pacing the same while tightening some phrasing and heightening the stakes just a touch:
Meanwhile, up on the main deck, Arale paced like a caged predator. His sharp eyes swept across the ship’s vast expanse, searching for signs of his missing men. The silence unsettled him. By now, Ahmed and Yusuf should have returned with something to show for their efforts.
He motioned to the two remaining pirates to spread out, their heavy boots clanging against the steel deck plates. The sound carried across the stillness, a menacing rhythm that Adam could hear even from the control room.
Back with his officers, Adam studied the radar-like surveillance feed that monitored movement across the ship. He could see Arale’s men prowling with growing frustration.
“They’ll get reckless soon,” Harris muttered beside him, his jaw tight.
“That’s what we want,” Adam replied coolly, though his mind raced. He knew Arale wasn’t like Ahmed and Yusuf—he was shrewder, harder to trap. A single mistake could cost them everything.
Adam leaned forward, his finger tracing the ship’s blueprint laid out across the console. He tapped at the engine room.
“They’ll head here next. Pirates always want control of the engines. We’ll be waiting.”
His officers nodded, already moving to set the next ambush. Adam straightened, his voice calm but firm.
“This isn’t about holding them off anymore. We take Arale down, we end this.”