May Jones (Dracco).

“What will set sail?” Vlad asked. “Few know when this ship will set sail, perhaps only the main command of Kro’s fleet,” Polo said sternly. “But our vessel will depart today!” He slowly pointed to the distant pier. There was also a battleship there, but it looked like it was two hundred years old. No engine, the sails hanging in tatters, the sailors just sitting on the dirty deck and smoking. It became clear why it had been decommissioned.