As the day of the final battle approached, the atmosphere on the island grew increasingly tense.
Inside the Explorer Association on Hope Island, small groups of crewmembers who hadn't set sail gathered around a simple brass telegraph machine. Each wore a look of unease and anticipation.
There was no way anyone could stay calm—the latest news had just arrived: in two hours, Governor Julio would make contact with Governor Swan. This war concerned everyone in the North Sea Domain, and its outcome was inextricably linked to each person's life.
Time ticked by, and the room grew so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Then, suddenly, the telegraph began to chatter on its own: "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP..."
As it sounded, a strip of paper marked with long and short lines and dots slowly emerged from the machine.
"Does anyone know Morse code?! Quick, translate it! What's happening?!"
