While the major powers of the Northern Continent were occupied with launching an attack on the borders of the Henshaw Dynasty, far away, at sea, a large fleet that consisted of seventy five ships sailed in the direction of the Northern Continent. At the center of the fleet formation, a large, extremely decorated ship sailed.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The firm footfalls of the Admiral of the fleet resounded against the deck of the Summer Willow as he made his way into the ship's living area. He went to the room that lay at the center of the ship before knocking softly against the door.
"You may come in." A soft, velvety voice reached the Admiral's ears through the door. His rough cheeks shook slightly as he suppressed his nervousness. He pushed open the door and stepped into the wide room, before closing the door back behind him.
