Willem stood at the front of the massive Man O'War ship. It was closely followed by five smaller, yet still massive for a ship, Galleons. Willem was stone faced as he stared at the ocean. He removed the small golden telescope that hung on his belt and raised it to his eye before extending it to its full-size. He surveyed the area, still stone faced, until he saw a promising sight. A dock. He had arrived at his intended destination, King Brute's land. 

A few minutes later and he had arrived at the docks. He raised his hand to show his first-mate that the time was right. The first-mate shouted something in his native language before a loud bang was heard. The cannons were fired into the sky. They were relatively new for any civilization, any that had actually had cannons like these were primitive. These were new, streamlined and fast, while still retaining all the power of the older models. The small walking bridge dropped onto the harbour walkway before the five Galleons appeared at the dock. Willem walked out onto the dock before surveying the area. He soon saw Brutus talking to some other leader he hadn't talked to very much. He swaggered over to Brutus before tapping him on the shoulder.
"I do hope I am not interrupting anything, Brutus, I was just wondering if you'd look over this peace treaty my scribes drew up"