The sky was clear and the wind was blowing into the sails pushing the ship in eastern direction towards a wealthy country named Spain. The waters of the ocean looked very calm, inviting every ship to sail on them, but the also concealed a dark secret: pirates.
These unholy men knew every wave and every island, and attacked and destroyed every enemy ship. The navy fought fierce battles; some were victorious, others not as much. Despite all, there was always many, perhaps too many, pirates still plundering everything that stood on their way. Arthur Kirkland was one such pirate. In fact, he was one of most successful and deadly pirates in current times and was reported to be spotted near the coast of Spain.
And this is where certain ship was heading. Admiral Alfred F. Jones was known for capturing lots of pirates throughout his pretty short carrier as he was only twenty five. He always planned out his every single move and considered every possibility to minimise his chances of failure. His next target was Arthur Kirkland. For several months there was no sign of him until now. Just one more day and he should see Spain and then it was only a matter of time until he would find and capture Arthur.
The day passed quickly and uneventful for Alfred who dedicated his time to studying maps and perfecting his plan regarding the capture of the pirate.