The ship sat in the harbour as Kaloks Orcs clambered aboard, humans trudging on for use as rowers. This string of islands would be his! And then, the world.
An imp landed beside him, watching the boat before turning towards Kalok "The four cannons are loaded" The imp reported, before adding "Surely we should wait for more, if the opposition..."
"As far as we are aware, no one in this isle owns a cannon. We should be safe. A powerful navy, that's what we need to defend our holdings, and to construct this navy we need the other isles. This jungle may be thik and its trees tall, but we don't want to clear the whole forest, it provides an advantage" Kalok said, and the Imp nodded slowly "This war with the islanders won't last long. I return to the heart. I must work" Kalok turned and walked away from the Imp without another word, and the Imp merely turned, watching the boat being loaded. The Imp judged the Orcs good men, but they had barely been born and learnt to walk, let alone have learnt to sail and fight at sea. Maybe his master had overestimated the Orcs, and if so then how long before the Orcs fail drastically, and they are pushed from their dungeon?

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