Jone was a fisherman, and as a civilian of the Poplar Kingdom, the 45-year-old had never imagined he would one day sit aboard a warship.
He had always lived in Southwater, sailing out to fish, barely supporting his family of three. But lately, this peaceful life had been shattered.
First, a huge warship billowing black smoke arrived, then he watched with his own eyes as more than a dozen merchant ships attempting to return to the port were blasted into the depths by roaring cannon fire.
Then, war erupted suddenly, with many warships appearing at sea, and ultimately, the victory belonged to that unknown enemy warship...
Going out to sea to fish had become a dangerous affair, as fishing boats were sunk on sight by passing enemy vessels.
Thus, Jone could only give up his work and wait on the shore, praying for the war to end soon.
It seemed a miracle had occurred, after Southwater Port had been blockaded for a month, the two smoke-billowing warships brazenly sailed away.
