In the port of Servusarator was a battleship part of the expansionary fleet of Principatus Humanum. The warship was sent to guard the waters of the plantation colony and protect it from enemy forces.
*BANG!*
Thunder cracked and flashed throughout the stormy dark skies. The winds surged in and out, bringing about echoing creaks from welded wood. The tides were rough and volatile as waves desired to consume those who dared to sail its seas.
Deep inside the battleship were the captain's quarters where the war master and captain of the warship sat before each other with sake between their fingers. They were drinking as the storm ravaged their surroundings.
"I can't believe that they sent us alone to this plantation colony." The war master complained while placing his luxurious cup on the desk.
