"Captain Pierre." I initiate the conversation during when our men are leaving the area in a careful manner.

"Yes?" he answers right away.

"I am very grateful to what you have insinuated, captain." showing some gratification, as I, by no means, am trying to erect the poise of this convention.

"Now, that the boys and your men are out. The commotion has fizzled out. I have a proposal for you to expect. Man-to-man." he utters.

"Oh, really? And what is this request for me to expect?" I question the details, with some confidence, trying to hold the conversation as interesting as possible.

"It is only just a favor. A favor which is either too demanding or too little. Varying." he stands, getting his ass out of his chair.

"A seventy-thirty, traffic rights, and sort of a tendency to hinder our,... I mean my endeavors towards free sailing." continuing, as he starts by elevating the playing field.

'Ameniah' is the name that was endowed to me several years during the demise of my ever flourishing dynasty - the Hagan Family. 'Clandestine' was the call sign that I am familiar with, though it was not his real name; I did forget to ask him his legitimacy and his credentials. The name that I did get has been derived from the word 'Amen', which it means 'so be it'.

"That is too many requests that you are inquiring about. Hence the reason, I can not pander your demands spontaneously." I reason out, where he faces his front towards me.

"Lord Ameniah, you are aware that we run as a thalassocracy. A legitimate enterprise. Well, if things do not go in our way, we plunder things if necessary. An 'Arancian' way of life we are doing. Surviving is the only purpose we persevere." he bellows, as he is trying to claim on how their operations would function.

"Since we can not come to a conclusion then this discussion is-..." he tries to end this meeting.

"Captain Pierre. I guarantee you not to promise either anything or something. Kehina is a small nation yet opulent in a way - in other ways, to be precise. This negotiation would be futile if both parties will not have satisfied each other's businesses." I apologize upon his unanswered request, interupting at the final seconds.

"Meeting adjourned?" he asks, as later, I refuse to make a move with either nodding my head or saying a word.

"In a grand scheme of things, what do you seek?" I counterpropose, where he sits down showing his countenance towards my words.

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I was headstrong and impatient. A young lad who only thought about instant benefits. 'Ameniah', it is. 'Clandestine' was my father. The moment he died, 'Clandestine' is my only friend up until now, albeit when he was gone. I am talking to myself to seek for his counsel and later then, he would heed to my cry through meditations, silent conversations, and whispers.

"An international recognition. And well, of course, to the aforementioned three requests." replying, as he demands and still sticks to his parleyed options, he insinuates.

"I can facilitate your 'acknowledgement' as a nation. But the latter ones are far-fetched for me to handle." I agree to his terms, wherein he offers me his hand - a handshake. A classical way to end a parley.

"We thank you for your consideration, Lord Ameniah." as he speaks in a grateful manner, where he acts to have had change of hearts by my incurred decision.

"Until then, the three last proposals may be on hold but I will undertake to relay it towards the queen." where the handshake is still firm, I bid a farewell prior to concluding this arrangement, as the actions between us are tight as ever.

I became this corrupt because of the encounters I have witnessed that contorted me deep down to my core. I was near to seeing the Grim Reaper at the alley during the moment that I broke my ankle and tore my hamstring as I was lying hanged and dry.

"We seek freedom. But that 'freedom' is festered with cliché. As it sometimes taints with hate." A motto that is embedded in my mind permanently because it was said by 'Clandestine', my foster father. He may be a fallible being but he never had failed to raise me when I lost everything. Husa, my father. Ramilin, my name. Fält, Løg, Rhyde; my land and my birthright.

I was thrown away by the spouse of my surrogate father the moment he breathed his last. My stuff was been taken away from me, only by my foster father's will had stayed and still dictates on me. In this life of revelancy, I thought I can aim to be revered and all. I was insignificant when all is lost and the lost is everything in the end.

A decade ago, I was been enlisted to the ranks of dissidents where my surrogate father was working for. I passed the plethora of nerve-wracking and tedious assessment. My first mission was appointed to me was to raise terror at the 'University of Inglovia Occidental' - a satellite college situated in the fjords of 'Lüadenstadt' (Lyu-a-den-ish-tadt). Still linked to the continent of Inglovia, a peninsula to the west proximity to the former capital, Konühasæ.

Nothing really matters to me during my excruciating and endless times of ordeal. I admit I was heavily indoctrinated, a brainwashed individual. Neither I feared any man nor other mighty creatures over the strength of an average human. By my mindset and complacency, I can sow bedlam once I infiltrated myself within the realms of the school.

I kidnapped one gal who I found herself to be shunned upon. I held her as a collateral. I was shocked by the fact that she did flinch nor scream. All in all; I gagged her mouth, blindfolded her, cinched her wrists and her ankles, plugged her ears.

"Where are we?" in a savvy way of talking, she did seem not to be in an edgy mood, where I released her from repudiation.

"Uhmm,... away from your school." as I talked to her with confidence, showing to her that I was threatening her life implicitly.

After a series of altercation, we went down to the penultimate scene of the stage where she challenged me to a duel. I vouched on her favor and whereas in the end, I lost the match. An uttering defeat which I had tasted on the wrong person. She lent me her offered hand.

"You want to change the world? Then now, come join me and fulfil my dreams of creating a world free from disturbance." she insinuated.