On the morning of January 3, 1350, at Backlund's Navy General Affairs Office.
Sifa, dressed in a naval uniform, strode through the main entrance with his head held high and chest out. It was Monday, but since the New Year holiday had not yet ended, there was hardly anyone in the building.
He arrived outside Colonel Sturk's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in." A deep, weighty voice sounded from within, enough for one to picture a burly, powerful figure.
Sifa adjusted his clothes slightly before pushing open the door. After closing it behind him, he straightened his back, brought his legs together, and saluted the colonel sitting behind the desk like a small mountain.
"Good morning, sir!"
The middle-aged colonel grinned. "Good morning, Major."
"Don't be so formal. Relax."
Colonel Sturk clenched a fist and gave a dry cough. "Major Sifa, following orders from our superiors, we hope you can depart next Monday, the 10th, and return to the sea."
"There's a mission for you. The detailed documents are here."
The colonel took out a paper envelope, slid it across the desk, and handed it to Sifa.
"Also, we've prepared a sailing ship for you at Pritz Harbor, along with the necessary personnel. But as for the core crew, will you recruit them yourself, or select from the people we provide?"
Sifa replied gravely, "Please allow me to recruit my own crew, sir."
Sturk smiled. "It seems you've already made arrangements. Then I'll need their relevant information."
"Nothing too complicated. Just their names and a general introduction to their identities. Of course, if they break the law, as captain, you'll be held responsible. Understood?"
*It looks like Black Sails doesn't care about these crew members' backgrounds, but if anything happens, I'll have to take responsibility as captain. This