On eleventh day of the sixth moon of 305th year after Aegon's Conquest, in the third year of peaceful reign of Queen Shireen, out of White Harbor's port flew three fastpaced ships.
The first one that sailed was "Scarlet cluster" - new flagship of lord Redwyne - the huge, but quick vessel under two huge dark blue canvases. Captain on it was no other one than caracca's owner himself, stately strong old man in strikingly blue beret with pheasant's feather, white doublet with purple lining, each button of which resempled a grape berry, and short red cloak, fastened with a fibula in shape of a ship, what straightforwardly told what position in the Qeen of Eleven kingdoms' Small council lord of Arbor held. He stood on the "Cluster's" nose and, smiling, sipped the red wine of his homeland out of the golden goblet, being completely sure in the cloudlessness of his future.
The second in the procession went agily "Unbent by the storm", small caracca in Myrish style, with slope high board