At the sea, the first fleet glided through the water with grace and power. Its sails billowed in the wind, guiding the ship on its determined course towards the distant horizon. The crew, disciplined and focused, carried out their duties with precision, their every movement a testament to their training and dedication.
Standing at the helm, Admiral Stormrider gazes out at the ocean that stretches endlessly before him. His weathered face displayed the marks of countless battles and time he spent at sea, while his piercing eyes sparkled with wisdom. The salty breeze tousled his hair, adding to his air of authority and command.
After the recent task of transporting the prisoners of war to Torksey Island successfully completed, there was no time for rest. The first fleet's next objective was to assist the army on the land in the conquest of the Eikadir region.
As for how he should do it, the headquarters leave it to his own discretion.