title: The Art of Battlefield 4
author:  Martin Robinson 
description: "Excellently made and visually stunning look into the world of <i>Battlefield</i>." - Next Power Up<br /><br />"Something youre going to want to add to your collection" - Atomic Moo<br /><br />"Compared to other art books based on popular video games, BF4s art book is larger and packed with more content. Based on its size, the quality of the printing and art inside, The Art of Battlefield 4 is on par with a high-brow, coffee table art book youd find at the bookstore." - Gaming Illustrated<br /><br />"Who knew that FPS could be so damned pretty? Fans of the series, or anyone who appreciates fine concept art, would be remiss to pass this one up." - Delta Attack<br /><br />"If youre a true Battlefield junkie, this full-page and and informative art book is definitely worth checking out." - MP1st<br /><br />"A gorgeous, detailed book." - Uproxx<br /><br />"If you love the Battlefield series, and want to have a deeper understanding of what goes into creating it, then this book is for you!"- Nerdy But Flirty<br /><br />"If youre fan of Battlefield, this book is a must." - Retrenders<br /><br />"Features awesome art from and inspired by the game." - Game Informer<br /><br />"No fan of the Battlefield series will want to miss out on this visually stunning high-end book!" - Under the Radar<br /><br />"With its own personal story of the inner workings of the video game industry accompanied by some of the finest production art that money can buy, this book is strongly recommended for anyone seeking an in-depth peek at what it takes to make a great game series. 10 out of 10" - Critiques 4 Geeks
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  CHAPTER FOUR
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The drum rolled and thundered at the Sophie's hatchway. Feet came racing up
  from below, a desperate rushing sound that made even the tense drum-beat seem
  more urgent. But apart from the landmen's in the new draft, the men's faces
  were calm; for this was beating to quarters, an afternoon ritual that many of
  the crew had performed some two or three thousand times, each running to a
  particular place by one allotted gun or to a given set of ropes that he knew
  by heart.
  
    
  No one could have called this a creditable performance, however. Much had been
  changed in the Sophie's comfortable old routine; the manning of the guns was
  different; a score of worried, sheep-like landmen had to be pushed and pulled
  into something like the right place; and since most of the newcomers could not
  yet be allowed to do anything more than heave under guidance, the sloop's
  waist was so crowded that men trampled upon one another's toes.  
    
  Ten minutes passed while the Sophie's peop