I'm big boned ok?

*Puts her feet up on the rail surrounding the Quartermaster station and continues to sip her stolen coffee and cackles. Fires from the lanterns burned around the ship, and, in the distance, Jot could see the lanterns of her escorts as they made their way slowly across the sea*

*Drinks looted Antivan coffee*

The Blitzkreig, the new pride and joy of the Antaam fleet crept slowly and carefully toward its target. The idiots who designed her made her cumbersome and slow, but this ship had one purpose: To start a war and finish it before a soldier touched soil.