The crowd of Brussels murmur seems to deafen as your eyes lock on what they’ve been made for. The infamous Unicorn. It’s three masts, double decks and fifty guns. It was a sight for sore eyes

Before you could even properly get a close look at it however, you found yourself handing over a pile of cash to the seller and the unicorn in your arms

The man selling the ship looks at you before a cane hooks around your shoulder, spinning you around and making you face the notorious, Mr.Sakharine