The moon gradually rises over the Portsmouth Royal Navy Shipyard, north of New Inn Port.
Evading the military port where the Phaletis Kingdom's First Fleet is stationed, a slightly desolate small bay welcomes two uninvited guests.
Flap, flap—
"Mr. Strauss, even though it's an urgent task dispatched.
But the Clown can't understand why we should take such a risk to come to the territory of the new Sea Hegemon to rescue such a useless guy? Ha ha ha..."
Speaking is a strangely-looking clown, slowly descending from the sky surrounded by a flock of white doves.
Wearing a white bony clown mask, a red hood with gold trim on his head, a dusty yellow robe underneath, and a pair of red curved-toe shoes.
And like a chatterbox, he rambles on incessantly, occasionally letting out a few piercing laughs.
Next to him is a middle-aged man wearing a formal suit, with grey curly hair and a small mustache, exuding an artistic aura.
