After seeing off General Winter, Shire immediately went to find Wells.
Wells had a small villa within the shipyard, built by the sea, with one side overlooking the naval port and the other stretching into the endless ocean.
Wells enjoyed standing on the balcony, feeling the sea breeze and watching the warships he handled sail one by one into the ocean to conquer the world.
It was only at such times that he felt the power, strength, and security.
However, every time Wells thought of the fact that Britain was just across the way, these feelings would drastically diminish, sometimes disappearing altogether.
That afternoon, after returning from the factory, Wells stood on the balcony as usual, gazing at the sea.
He silently looked towards the other end of the ocean, with a pipe in his mouth, standing still in the cold wind like a statue.
The French Navy had declined, now barely ranking fifth in the world.
