01-11-1560 WC
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The Royal Britannian navy fleet, under the command of Admiral Nicholas, began to make its entrance into the bustling harbor.
At the forefront sailed the HMS Valor, a majestic warship that dwarfed the others in both stature and grace. The proud crest of the Royal Britannian crown fluttered atop the towering main mast, announcing its presence with regal defiance. Sailors moved like clockwork across the deck, each motion executed with the discipline expected under Admiral Nicholas's rule.
From a nearby watchtower, a series of bell chimes rang out, marking the fleet's arrival. Locals and traders clustered along the waterfront, awe lighting up their faces as they witnessed the synchronized arrival of the mighty vessels.
Admiral Nicholas stood firm at the helm of the Valor, scanning the horizon with a practiced eye. But while he should have felt pride, something tugged at his thoughts—something that pulled his attention far from the present.
