Nusrat Jahan

The wind howled with its fierce spirit, but the tides of the sea reigned over its stormy rage. The sky was adorned with stars while the lone moon added its elegance with its simple presence. Amidst this dim moonlight, the fleet of twenty ships tore through the waves as they carved their way to the port of Bengal.

The royal Safavid fleet, a majestic assembly of merchant vessels protected by their formidable war galleys loaded with cannons, ventured from the Persian Gulf into the Arabian waters.

On the deck of the flagship, a young woman of twenty years leaned over the railing, savoring the rare sight of dolphins leaping and frolicking beside the hull of the ship.

She wore a gown of royal blue, richly adorned with intricate Persian designs that shined in the moonlight complimenting her jade like skin. The outer cloak, made of luxurious fabric, enhanced her royal charm as she stood engrossed in the sight against the sailing waters.