[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

"My Queen, we are a rather... well armed holdfast. Our merchant crew need no escort, and our ships are no longer... pursuing pursuing old habits." The Bosun said, trying to very delicately remind their benevolent queen of the Fleet's past. Not that a reminder was needed, of course, all of the Fleetmen and women wore their past almost literally on their sleeve, and the two men before her were no different.

"We can easily spare the rest of our, shall we say, proper navy to join in this effort. And may I thank you for leaving matters in our hand."

The Bosun bowed his head as the Queen regarded him, and when she turned to the Admiral, have the eldritch sidhé a set of complex gestures, and a facial expression that could be easily read as calm down you bastard, and don't screw this up for us.

The Admiral raises his own glass, "long may our friendship last, on weal and woe, under ominous skies, and over the hungry depths."