"W-What is that!" In the docks of the southern colony, a crewman pointed at the horizon with horror on his face. His resounding words brought the attention of everyone in the dock, making them turn their attention to the distant seas.
As their eyes laid upon it, they noticed a small silhouette permeating in the lines of the boundless horizon. It was small, but noticeable. All of them squinted their eyes, trying to make sense of what they had seen.
"Is that a ship?" One of the crewmen questioned while staring at the tiny silhouette in the far distance. Another one stepped forward and remarked. "The colony has issued a ban in sailing because of some complicated circumstances."
"Every trading ship belonging to the colonial dominion should have been relayed the closure of our ports to outsiders." Because of unknown reasons never told to them, the colony has closed all of its ports and banned the action of sailing out or in the island.
