Vaclav sits on his ship inside his cabin, sipping off rum, looking over a map.
He begins to think about the Claxdon fort, and how easily it can be made to shatter. Looking out his window we looks to his small transport ship, the S.S. Rhia, he then thinks about how much of a bang it would be if it was be filled with many Kegs of Coal dust, Oil, and even a Keg or Two of alchemist fire.
With a Grin he leans back in his chair, sipping off his rum until a large wave rolls by, causing him to fall backwards, spilling rum everywhere..