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Region: The League of Conservative Nations
The four top decks crack in half as fires spread. The ship begins to split in two as it sinks. There will be no survivors. Blood is in the water, and seared limbs float lifelessly away from the vessel. Captain Ivanovna screams as fires surround him. He grabs his radio, shouting into it one last time, radioing a message to The Morovan Oil and Steel public line for Kievan ships transporting oil to Terranihil and Willdavie.
“This is the lady Kieva. We are transporting refugees to Quebecshire. We are under attack by Quebecshirite forces. Requesting immediate aid.” He begins sobbing as the fires surround him, and suddenly, his screams crescendo and then silence as his body is engulfed by the fire. Women’s bodies float into the water, holding their burnt children close to their breasts. The white flag atop the ship falls down to the decks. One more wave crashes over the ship, and it splits in two, with both ends of the ship sinking to the ocean floor slowly, as passengers are trapped inside, praying for help.
None comes.
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