Smoker lit a cigarette. Careful of the important stack of papers in his hand. He was to simply report to the Fleet Admiral, Sakazuki, about the incident last week regarding an important mission.

He felt nervous, and he didn't know why.

He had presented his work to other higher ups before. Perhaps because now it was the Fleet Admiral.

He stepped into the office and gave a salute before setting the papers on the desk. He began to speak. "There were a few minor issues with the mission. Food didn't last as long, a cold ran through the ship, and many fell ill from the change of seasons alone."