[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

"I understand, my lord regent," Royce said, stroking his chin. "Simply to stand watch. Very well."

"Your Seafang shall have every amenity, my lord regent," MacDonnaugh replied, "but for the time being, this cabin should suffice for you, eh? Do not fear, I or another Lord-Captain can help your men find their way on the Fang." There came a few gestures from the Bosun to the rude attendant, who began going to the massive desk and straightening it, removing some papers from it. "While we are at your disposal, my lord regent," the Bosun continued, "I intend to ensure you as comfortable a stay as possible. Should you desire, I can situate a few albatrosses on your mast with one of our Scribes."

"Before we let you rest and write your missives, my lord," the Admiral said, his eldritch gaze returning to the regent, "I only have one more question for you. Is the Fleet all you hoped to have at the Crown's service?"