Chief

Bishop ran up a flight of heavy metal steps. He opened a secured reinforced hatch revealing a stunning light. On board the deck a man with glowing blue eyes, a face of a sadist, and the body of the great Greeks. He wears a cape the color of the ancient Roman praetorian guard, the rest of his military dress is well groomed with not one mistake, his boots are shinier than a silver plate, and his hair is slicked back. He has the insignia of a pig within a circle igniting into fire, it's the logo of the mages' accusation, proof that he is one of lord rank mages on board. 

"Bishop! You're late."

"Chief," Bishop put his hands in the air, "please don't shoot."

"Now why would I shoot you bishop. Stand at attention, the Admiral would like to see you."

"The Admiral sir? Why would she like to see me?"

"Hell if I know, but listen, do not anger her, she's the type to rip your balls off."

Bishop grabbed his nuts in horror.

"I don't know Chief, this is not what I signed up for." 

"Don't call me Chief right now, call me Captain, do you understand Lieutenant?" 

"Yes sir." 

The bridge of the ship is as sturdy as a fortress, the bullet proof windows are covered in steel bars reinforced with dragon scales. A woman with long black hair, wearing her standard issue dress uniform sits over a stack of maps. 

"Captain Chief, I clearly asked you to bring Seath as well."

"Mis…" Chief started.

"On this ship it's yes sir." She interrupted 

"Yes sir." Chief saluted, and left the room.

She sat there staring at her pile of maps on the desk.

"Sir?" Bishop tried to start a conversation. 

"Don't talk to me." She stopped him where he stood. 

A couple minutes later Chief and Seath slowly entered the room.

"Admiral, he's here." Chief stopped her concentration. 

She looked up with a glare.

"Lieutenant Seath, is it true that you grew up under Major General Briggs."

"That is correct." Seath looked uneasy.

"Has he talked with you at any point in recent history?"

"No, he has not."

"Lieutenant Bishop, as the cartographer of this ship would you mind to look at this map."

She pushed a map into Bishop's face.

"This is a map of the world. What about it."

"And where would you say we are now?"

Bishop pulled out an old military compass, and like magic pointed to a spot of open ocean on the map.

"If I had to guess it would be here."

"Now then," she gestured to the window. In the distance is a vast green island, filled with rowing hills, and massive trees. "How do you explain that?"

"Well, there could be dozens of explanations, Islands go missing all the time. Maps can just pass them by, oceans are big after all."

She pulled a note from her pocket. That read. To whom this message is received. 

I am Rodrick Grand.