[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

"You are correct that the seas are our ally and home, we know them well, and have a scant hundred good navigators." The Admiral stated as he moved to the map closer, swirling the glass of wine nonchalantly. His eyebrow rose as he regarded the map, surveying the desired stretch of coast. "The wastes, eh? Landing and setting off is possible, yet frankly the wastes seems impractical for beasts to reach the sea." His hand traced the aiir over Aimsir and its surroundings where the forces of Chaos were marked, "They have yet to reach a shore, though they are striving for the river and marshes." His face grew pensive, "my Queen, we can secure this stretch easily enough, but our larger ships could get hung up if we sailed to close. Another concern is that although we have a sizeable navy, such a length would be manageable at best, and only by our fangs, galleys, and songbirds for patrol, and that is what I assume you would desire from us for 'stationing' ships?"

The Admiral would continue speaking, "we would need to station our ten chasers in some sort of formation, or make a solid line as a backbone for our patrols. Though Chasers are steady and sturdy, they lack swiftness in motion. This is, of course, not accounting for the supplies required to maintain patrols. How long would you have us lay siege to this stretch of coast?"

The Bosun made an odd dismissive noise and made another gesture to his commander, "our supply routes are perfectly capable of sending Jollies to the patrol. If I may share a secret with our Crown?" He looked inquistively, almost mischievously to the admiral, as though he were a child, and grinned broadly at the nod from his commander.

"Here," MacDonnaugh said as he traced a few lines along the map of the sea, his finger moving in swoops, sometimes intersecting or even running with a line that was marked as a path of shipping. the lines he made glowed faintliy as drew them, and when he was done, several shortcuts and crossroads were revealed to the Queen. "Our years of... entering and exiting the shipping paths have made us discover a few shortcuts to make shipments faster. Of course, we also dare to sail our own waters," he says with a small chuckle. "We may not be in the center of the sea, but our Seat is in a fine place along the western lands. With those amendments to your charts, your merchants should have a much easier time transporting cargo, and your navy transporting troops."

"Seeing that map as you have displayed it, with the intelligence that we have," The Admiral said, cutting off his second as he surveyed the map, "Our ships would be most utilised in the manner that we have offered. Would you agree, your highness?" There was something off with the way he ended the sentence, his recognition of the Queens authority was present, but there was still an undercurrent of rebellion. Which was perhaps justified in some manner, Royce had spent a signifcant portion of his life becoming something of a legend, and earning the command of a true legend, The Bloody Fleet itself. He was not a king, nor even a regent, but he seemed used to having true command of the sea, and being bound to and bowing to a Queen of the land-the whole land and sea of the warren, but no less of the land-seemed to irk the maritime lord. The baleful stare of the serpent's eye did not help soften his tone very much, either.