Posted: 2006-10-22 12:31am
Crossroadian Naval forces en-route to Islands of Pulau Jemaja and Matak
It had been almost a week since the conference between Batvian and Crossroadian Captains.
In that time tentative approval was given for the expansion of naval ports in the northern seas. The fast patrol boats of the 2nd and 3rd Coastal patrol forces, that had just recently purged pirated forces from the Malacca straights, now steamed toward the cluster of small islands surrounding Jemaja and Matak. The old charts layed out more 13 larger islands and many more smaller spits and knots of rock, together, these along with a larger island to the northeast, would form the heart of a chain of new ports with the intent of fostering expanded trade routes.
At least so read the newest orders sent from the mainland… The High Executives made it quite clear for the eventual set up of new ports, but such construction was some time away till new funds could be free’ed up from the over taxed economy… Thinking on all of this, Captain Moz looked out from the roundhouse of the Prometheus
“Flagship of our nation and the High Executives have me on glorified charting missions!” he puffed, blowing out his pipe as he looked over the horizon. “Mr Zimm, how much longer do you think they will have us puttering around?” Mozz snorted as he looked to his tout advisor.
“It would seem My Captain, the Almighty Executives will have need of us projecting the Flag of our fleet at least until the next line of battleships is finished production.”
“Bloody Barnacle! The may not be for months! Zimm, oh how I itch for a few more pirates in these waters…”
It had been almost a week since the conference between Batvian and Crossroadian Captains.
In that time tentative approval was given for the expansion of naval ports in the northern seas. The fast patrol boats of the 2nd and 3rd Coastal patrol forces, that had just recently purged pirated forces from the Malacca straights, now steamed toward the cluster of small islands surrounding Jemaja and Matak. The old charts layed out more 13 larger islands and many more smaller spits and knots of rock, together, these along with a larger island to the northeast, would form the heart of a chain of new ports with the intent of fostering expanded trade routes.
At least so read the newest orders sent from the mainland… The High Executives made it quite clear for the eventual set up of new ports, but such construction was some time away till new funds could be free’ed up from the over taxed economy… Thinking on all of this, Captain Moz looked out from the roundhouse of the Prometheus
“Flagship of our nation and the High Executives have me on glorified charting missions!” he puffed, blowing out his pipe as he looked over the horizon. “Mr Zimm, how much longer do you think they will have us puttering around?” Mozz snorted as he looked to his tout advisor.
“It would seem My Captain, the Almighty Executives will have need of us projecting the Flag of our fleet at least until the next line of battleships is finished production.”
“Bloody Barnacle! The may not be for months! Zimm, oh how I itch for a few more pirates in these waters…”