[Flying Dutchmen, The 7 Seas]

(Imagine a olde pirate chanty throughout)

Flying above the 7 sea, cursed to never touch the water least Davy Jone's lays claim to their souls. The haunted ship of the damned soul, the souls of the pirates.

"Ahoy Captian! Thar be land ahead!" Shouted out the lookout

"That thar be lad, that thar be. So fellas shall we land?" Speaks the Captian

"Aye!" Shouts back the crew

"Well then, Full Mast! Make a heading to land!" Orders the Captian

The ship drops to full mast and and speeds towards the mainland, towards London. As people are prone to, the populace breaks out in panic as the revelation of a giant flying ship heading towards the city. The ship, a ghastly white masterpiece of naval engineering with a gaping wide hole in the hule leading to the crew cabins. Flying in on a fog bank was a thing of nightmares.

"Oie captian! They seem terrified of us."

"Hmm, seems your right. Lets land here and find out what the problem is."

The Prime minister looked up at the ship as it slowly descended and slowly shoke his head

"[Analysis]"

{Target - The Flying Dutchman}

{Class - Merchant/ Privateering vessel}

{Lore - a legendary ship of devils and the evilest men in the world, damned by god to never see peace even in death.}

{Truth - The remaints of a privateering crew that were cursed by a lich to never see peace}

{Danger level - provoked -XXXXXXXX+}

{Danger level - unprovoked - F}

{Chance to win fight - 0%}

{Reason for landing - To restock on supplies and to sell wares}

{Wares - Spices from other worlds, Weapons, Armor, Information, More}

The Prime minister let out the breath he had held in

"Oh thank God we dont have to fight them, seems I need to go make an annoucment"