This Is Not A Drill!
With the world in chaos, many in Baymard had no clue of whatever storm was coming their way.
Time flew by again, with several more days and weeks storming by in a flash.
My, my, my… How time flies.
January 21st.
The high seas were roaring more chaotically than ever, now that they were at the heart of winter.
Goosebumps covered their skin, and many could see a foggy mist whenever they spoke or let out a breath.
It was cold, but the men aboard the Baymardian ships still performed their daily run around the perimeters of their ships that were purposefully bent to be very open, not just for training, but for combat should there be attacks from enemies.
Left, right, left, right left, right~
Their legs moved in rhythm, jogging around the deck, sometimes prolonging their stretch by also climbing up several outer stairways meant for observation.
The clouds were thick, allowing little to no sunlight.