The next morning, there was a knock on the door to Velin's study.
Caroline walked in.
She wore a perfectly tailored seafaring suit, her silver hair combed immaculately.
But the faint dark circles under her eyes marred this perfection.
Her spirits, however, were high—perhaps a bit... unnaturally so.
"Velin, this is the latest immigrant transport plan."
She unrolled the plan on the long table with a sweeping motion.
The parchment was covered in complex sailing routes and charts, drawn in several colors of ink.
The name, cargo capacity, crew complement, and departure time for every ship under the Golden Sail Commerce Association were all clearly marked.
It even included estimates for the freshwater reserves at every supply point along the Wind Shear Island route.
"I'm notifying the fleet now. I expect all preparations to be completed ahead of schedule in three days, and then we can set sail."
She spoke quickly, her finger moving across the map as she detailed her plan.
