After making the first landing on the coastlines of Alaska, Splerai Emperor Splero started his first overseas visit but it turns out that he ended in a wrong part of Alaska.


On board in a vintage WW2 ex-Japanese landing boat, Emperor Splero of Splerai'ia was slowly sailing in solo on route from Yad' Dili' Lidi, Splerai'ia to Dutch Harbor, Alaska. The 'revered' monarch was on route to Dutch Harbor since he wanted to visit a historical place dating back from the early 1940s and to extend foreign relations with some of the locals there. With his thick arctic fox fur jacket over his imperial regalia he was wearing and a duffel bag stuffed with enough supplies for a brief stay in Dutch Harbor idly stack on the side, the 3 and a half hour trip continued on but what really worries Splero up was his malfunctioning GPS.

"Ugh. I just calibrated this thing a day earlier!"

As he tried to troubleshoot the navigational problem, the GPS went dead and it sent Splero into a minor frustration. Realizing that his navigation was hindered, he hid the dead GPS on his pocket and resorts to a compass and a updated map. With the aid of the old fashioned navigational instrument, he steered the landing boat on what the compass was pointing at in the north. Soon, Splero finally saw the coastlines from the distance and as he went closer to shore, the monarch grabbed hold a hand-cranked radio to make contact.

"Dutch Harbor, this is Splerai 2-5. Requesting coastal check-in. Over."

...

Nothing responded. Splero tried the message again.

"Dutch Harbor, this is Splerai 2-5. Requesting coastal check-in. Over."

...

There's still no reply. Splero started to think that the receiver didn't hear his old radio frequency. He switch the radio frequency before he hand-cranked the radio again for the 3rd radio call.

"Dutch Harbor, this is Splerai 2-5. Requesting coastal check-in. Over."

A weak radio reply could then be heard.

"Splerai 2-5, Splerai 2-5...Come in. Over."

The message was very faint but it raises Splero's morale. He tried to keep the signal at it's highest point before making a radio call again.

"Callsign, this is Splerai 2-5. Go ahead."

A much feeble reply returned back.

"Splerai 2-5...You're off to...primary radar and...airwaves. Please vector on..."

The message was drowned with a lot of radio static. He tried to call again.

"Callsign, this is Splerai 2-5. You're very weak. Say again."

...

The radio messages finally went dead. In disbelief, he switched the radio off but instead, he was trying to beach the landing boat on the coastlines ahead.

"This is just...brilliant. I'm lost."

He sighed as the landing boat went closer to shore.