Snippet #2584167

Galeon silently jotted down to the best of his abilities, the confines of his dreams into his tattered journal. Once the task was complete he slowly closed before shuffling through the maps that laid strung across his desk. Once he found the two he was looking for he quickly rolled the ones he had no use for and placed them upon a shelf that was even more cluttered than his desk. Taking another glance around Galeon noticed just how out of place everything was. Lately he had been to fixated on his dreams and the voices that guide him. In his heart he new these things would never quit until he finished some unknown task but was that any excuse for pushing his crew they way he had. Walking back to his desk he placed the two maps side by side.

The map on the left showed the series of Islands in which they were currently sailing between. Blue line connected some of the islands which showed the current trade routes used by the federation. And the map on the right showed the same Islands but with a red lines connecting different locations. This was of course the current patrol routes of the federation. Yet there were markings on this map he didn't recognize. There was a red dot on one of the islands that was not on the other map and did not match up with any of the naval bases and if memory served him correctly he remembered that island to be home to dragons. "Why would they be there?"

Hearing people outside his door he realized he had been in there much longer than he had intended. "Nimethel, come in, And if that is Mister Waters I hear, he may enter as well."