Standing on the deck of the Queen Victoria, looking straight ahead, a large swath of red ship silhouettes appeared as far as the eye could see.
The hull was red, the deck was red, and even the hoisted sails were red, a crimson mass that resembled burning flames.
Each ship was smaller than the Queen Victoria, but there were more than a dozen of them, arranged in a neat triangular formation, majestically approaching through the waves towards the Queen Victoria, forcing it to halt.
The female captain of the Queen Victoria—Victoria Eliza, looked at the crimson fleet, her forehead gradually furrowing.
