[s][b]HMNB Devonport[/b]

The British naval base in Devonport was surprisingly active for the hour of the night. Men all throughout the place were singing, laughing, drinking and boarding and loading supplies onto the warships that sat creaking in the harbor.

Without a word to the public, Prime Minister Pyke had ordered the Navy to prepare to set Sail for Africa. As soon as he heard that Spain and Ethiopia would be at war, he jumped at the chance to retake South Africa without having to worry about outside interference. 

So, the docks were more lively than ever before. For the first time since the end of the Great War, Britain was to take the first step in rebuilding her Empire, and restoring what had been lost so long ago.

Sitting within a small office room, in one of the buildings along the docks was the Admiral of the Fleet, Sir David Cunningham, currently on the phone with Prime Minister Pyke. 

"Is everything prepared?" asked Pyke in a hushed tone, despite being on a telephone.

"Yes, sir." replied Cunningham. "The men are enjoying themselves before we set sail at midnight. We will be sticking to our own shores until we hit international waters, after which the only people to spot the ships should be ships bound to or from the Americas. But if we're lucky, we won't be seen until we pass by Portugal."

"Good... Good." replied the Prime Minister. "Oh, and Admiral. What do you think of the plan for Canada? Do you believe that we can get men over there to search for the Royal Family?"

After a brief period of silence, Cunningham replied. "Yes, sir. If you want absolute secrecy, though, I would recommend sneaking them over along a civilian craft. Things could go South if a Canadian sees a British submarine rising up within their waters."

Another silence, this time from the Prime Minister.

"Yes... Yes, alright. I will speak with the appropriate people to get that arranged."

"Very good sir." replied Cunningham. "Well, if that is all."

"Yes, that is all. Thank you, Admiral. I wish your men the best of luck."

With a click, the line cut out, and the Admiral stood to leave his office, in order to get other officers to start rounding up the men.[/s]