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A crew of sailors looked up to the blue, blue sky, where the sun hung high above, radiating brightly over the sea. Their loose and baggy uniforms fluttered against a stream of salty and humid wind that propelled their sails forward. On the upper deck was their Navark, stroking his beard, listening to the crew's reports, and keeping watch of the fleet of barges that the SDS Lina and 5 other warships were tasked to protect. They were on a journey headed north, to the Whitesand fishing port, transporting skilled men and materials needed for its construction.

A few weeks before their journey started, Samir came back with his newly recruited men, who were told to gather to assemble at the new school building, including veteran masons and free men who wanted to start an enterprise building structures out of concrete.