Manuke FPS

the target, and the frame is projected into AR in the window and in my field of view.
In addition, the frame color could be changed.
Once the fleet was locked onto, I made their square yellow.

I was done.
To put it bluntly, I didn’t know the route to the target area.
So I was going to track the fleet and follow them.
Although I planned to maintain a close distance I wouldn’t have to worry about getting lost in the vast sea.
The raven projected the fleet and would return if I pressed the return button.
Since the lock will disappear if the Raven is destroyed, I’ll occasionally bring it back and keep it in my inventory.

I got back into the submarine, changed my controls to it and started the voyage.

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A week has passed since I left Amar.
I set up the periscope and used the Raven to navigate and observe the fleet.
It was faster than I had imagined.
It was not due to excellent shipbuilding technology – it was because of magic.
Since the ship was driven by the wind, there often would be strong wind that came and increased its speed temporarily.
It would eventually slow down and return to using normal wind.
The fleet repeated this.
There was a ship with a screw at the stern and I think it was rotated with magic to increase its speed, though I wouldn’t know unless I dove underneath it.

Since it seemed to have sped up, I thought they would reach the target area faster.
Yet, the fleet frequently reorganized its formation.
It appeared to have been combat drills.
Long distance spells seemed to be their substitute for cannons.
It was a lot of training.
On the contrary, what I’ve been doing for the past week was not only watching the fleet but also thinking on how I would intervene in the upcoming battle; what I’d use, what to use, and how far I would go.

Finally, we came near the uninhabited island where the relay point was located.

The escort fleet was moored a short distance off the island, and small boats were dropped with the crew heading to the island.
According to Bolroy-san, the island was fairly large with lots of fruit trees, and a waterfall where you could get water.
There was also a stone building built there to be used as a campsite, though no one knew who built it.
The fleet would use this island as a forward base to determine the size of the pirate group and aim for a total subjugation.

Looking at the small boats heading for the island one after another through the periscope, I was somewhat excited for the naval battle to come.

Kay – Long TL;DR story of whats been going on.

– – – – – – – – — – – – – – — – Moved out of my previous toxic home and into my own apartment. move took an entire week, with actual moving part done in 4 hours of mad dashing back and forth across town to free myself of my situation.
The rest of the week was wrangling years of belongings into place along with my family. NO FUCKING INTERNET, BECAUSE MANAGEMENT (ISP and the Apartment management) is FUBAR.
I’ve been given a ’22nd’ date of hook up, which was explained that they needed to kick my ticket to construction.
Apparently my building had burned down a year or more ago, and new equipment had never been installed.
Now management and the ISP are scratching their heads on how to actually hook me up.
From an entire operation that requires ripping apart 60ft of common area to my building, to simply rigging a line from the pole 30ft away. Insurance through my S/Os work is taking 500$ from their check every month, leaving us with only 200$ at the end of the month for food, gas, and anything unexpected.
They refused to let us cancel them, because apparently Obamacare allows them to refuse our request because we are TECHINCALLY required to insurance.
(Resolved) I burned through my hotspot allowance updating my computer, so pages take a minute to load. I’m dealing with real isolation now (I lived in a mutli-gen home filled with nearly 10 pets along with daily visits from my dad’s customers – Old mechanic that is forced to work from home now since he couldn’t afford his shop anymore.
) Now I’m dealing with my twisted self all along ‘ W ‘.

2020 was filled with an abusive family – 2021 is gonna be the year I learn how to be an independent person that doesn’t have to sit there and get berated because I didn’t want my child living in the street.