You've noticed how frantic and paranoid your admiral has becoming lately. Sleep and proper meals elude him, occasional delusions haunt his thoughts, and strange noises emanate from his room. Secluding himself in tireless work, sometimes...Yeah, the screws in his head are starting to get loose from everything that's happening. And so, you decided to check up on him. It'd be even more difficult to find a way home without him after all.

In the dimly lit quarters of the Admiral, Rovio, aboard the battle-cruiser Yaroslav, you find him hunched over a worn-out map spread across his desk. Shadows dance on his fatigued face as he meticulously studies the chart, his eyes tracing the coastlines of unexplored islands. Within the isolation of the vast ocean, his determination remains unyielding as he whispers to himself,

"There must be something out there, something that can lead us home..."