The Pursuit

December 27, 1897

Aboard the USS Amerathia.

The salty wind howled across the deck of the USS Amerathia as it cut through the Pacific waters, its powerful engines humming beneath the steel plating. The moonlight reflected off the dark waves, casting an eerie glow over the ocean. The Pacific Fleet, now on high alert, moved in tight formation, ready for battle if needed.

Matthew Hesh stood on the bridge, gripping the railing as he watched the vast expanse of water ahead. The Japanese navy had already begun their pursuit from Kyushu, but the Amerathian fleet had the advantage of speed and firepower.

"Admiral Parker," Matthew said, turning to the seasoned commander standing beside him. "How far ahead are the targets?"

Parker adjusted his spyglass before responding. "Approximately thirty nautical miles ahead. The Japanese reported that they've identified at least three unknown vessels—possibly disguised merchant ships."