The federal republic of Simonia wrote:The car door opens upon her arrival
Gulf of Simonia, 1763, a unfortunate Belkian vessel
The ship's mast was all but blown apart by the multiple chain shots that had hit it, the dead and dying laid strewn across the deck as the survivors huddled in a corner.
The massive ship next to it cast a shadow over them all as a loud THUD was heard. A smirking Charles walked triumphantly across the desk towards the survivors "Good day gentlemen! You had the wonderful luck of running into me and my crew aboard the St. Akira Kamph" he said cheerfully "now..because of your unfavorable cercumstances I'm afraid I cannot allow you on my ship" he turned around and walked a few paces away "Halph" he ordered as multiple gun shots rang out behind him.
Charles didn't realize it, but one of the crew members, a young 17 year old sailor named Gregory Grenville, had survived. He hid in the cargo deck, nervously clutching a cutlass and a pistol as he heard the hatch open.
2014:
"Take me somewhere that isn't here," a dripping wet Akira ordered as she got back in the car.

