"The Annals of Exploration and Empires," Book III, Chapter XVII, Page 211

In the annals of history, few epochs have been as rife with the promise of adventure and the peril of the unknown as the Age of Discovery. It was a time when the very fabric of the world was being stretched, its edges frayed by the bold hands of explorers and conquerors. Among these intrepid souls, one name, has been etched into the annals of legends.

The Wars of the Roses, a conflagration that had consumed the heart of empires and forged kings from the crucible of blood and fire, had at last given way to an uneasy peace. It was in this aftermath, amidst the smoldering ruins of a world reshaped by conflict, that Byron's journey began. Armed with a relic of untold power, the "Navigation Logbook," he set forth into the uncharted waters of the world, where the mundane and the magical intertwined in an intricate dance.

The high seas, a vast and uncharted canvas, stretched before him, a horizon that whispered of untold riches and the promise of peril. Great ships, their sails billowing like the wings of colossal birds, traversed these waters, their cannons thundering a challenge to the very gods of the deep. It was an age of ambition, a testament to the unyielding spirit of mankind's quest for dominion over the unknown.

Beneath the waves, ancient beings from epochs long past slumbered, their legends carried on the creaking timbers of ships and the roar of cannons.

Byron, undaunted by the shadows that lurked beneath the waves or the tempests that raged above, carved out a kingdom from the chaos that enveloped the world. His fleet, a specter of doom, became a symbol of his indomitable will, a force that would not be challenged lightly.

This is a saga, a tale woven from the threads of history and magic, adventure and power, and the eternal quest for glory. It is a narrative that compels the heart and captures the imagination, a story that resonates through the ages, a reminder of the heights to which humanity can aspire when driven by the winds of ambition and the tides of destiny.

Let this account, penned by the hands of the most esteemed historians and literature masters, serve as a beacon for those who seek to embark upon their own voyages of discovery. For within the pages of this epic tale lies the essence of the human spirit, a spirit that seeks, that conquers, and that endures.

Unbeknownst to others, as Byron waved energetically at Redbeard, he was seething with frustration within the 'Whale Song':


"Fools! Your coordination is abysmal. It took you half an hour to form a basic battle line as per the plan. According to naval combat rules, such sloppiness is inexcusable, and leaving formation without permission could get a captain executed multiple times! How can you possibly defeat him without a concentrated broadside attack?"


Violet massaged her ringing ears. Despite her status as a distinguished third-rank pirate captain, she had no counterargument and simply murmured an excuse:


"Pirates are accustomed to solo combat. Our plan was sound initially, but during execution, we encountered numerous issues due to our high expectations and low capabilities. Even with the 'Flaming Rose' at the center, I can barely see the other ships a kilometer or two away.


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