The Xandros Sovereign didn't just look like a flagship; it looked like a "Monopoly on the Ocean." It was a massive triple-decker warship, its hull reinforced with gilded copper and its masts reaching toward the heavens like the pillars of an ancient temple. As our tiny Steam-Skiff pulled alongside the towering wooden wall, we looked like a "Penny Stock" trying to merge with a "Global Bank."
"Sarah, keep the engine idling," I commanded, my voice tight. "If this 'Pitch' goes south, I want you to 'Full Throttle' out of here. Don't wait for us."
"Chancellor, I'm not leaving my 'Founding Team' behind," Sarah replied, her hand firm on the steam-valve.
Bastian stood up in the bow of the skiff, his "Phoenix Fire" flickering at the edges of his blade. He wasn't just a husband or a prince today; he was the "Security Chief" of a dying Kingdom. "Elara, if the King doesn't listen to 'Logic', he's going to listen to 'Steel'. I'm not letting them 'Liquidate' our lives without a fight."
