Summoning Europe.

The talk between the two worlds.

Lütjens-class destroyer alongside the Salty Bitch.

A ramp had been deployed between the two ships, with several ropes secured around the railings of both ships. Salt Paw was making his way over the ramp. The crew of the Lütjens watched him, and a few had weapons ready as the order was given to be combat ready. For the crew of the Salty Bitch, they watched all of them carefully, keeping themselves at ease so as not to give them a reason.

"The captain is this way if you will follow me."

One of the crew members waved his hand for Salt Paw to follow him; another got behind the two of them, stepping through one of the bulkheads with him leaning down due to his height. He got to work to examine everything that was within the hallway, including several other doors and the lighting on the ceiling.

"Quite a ship you got here; I have never seen one made out of metal. If I had the time, I would ask you some questions about it."

"Maybe later, in the moment, the captain wants to see you, and then we will figure out what to do from there."

Salt Paw making small talk was his way of trying to get some information, but it seems that the crew was not one for small talk or he was under orders not to say anything. Yet he had the feeling that he might learn all he needs later if he gets on the captain's good side, he thought. Within a few more feet, the man would stop at another bulkhead door, turn the wheel, and open it. He would then wave for Salt Paw to go on in. Nodding his head, he would take a few slow steps into the captain's quarters. The room was lightly decorated compared to his own quarters.

"Greetings, sir; my name is Salt Paw. From the look on your face, I can guess you never seen a Gnoll before going by the looks of your crew, nor have they."

"You are right. I am Captain Anderson of the Lütjens-class destroyer, and we are part of Task Force Group Bismarck. We are from a nation known as Germany. I got some questions beyond what you are for my home land; it seems it is no longer where it was meant to be."

"Meaning?"

Salt Paw asked the question, taking a seat the best he could, for it was not made for someone like him, but he made it work.

"Three months ago, on our time, a flash of light covered the sky so brightly that it turned night into day. We lost contact with all our allies. There is a sea where lands were meant to be. It seems as if it is impossible to believe that we have been brought to another world; nothing here matches our data. We even had reports from fishermen of strange things around the coastline and had orders to keep everyone away from the beaches."

"Hmm... I do recall myths on this subject in the past, as it has been said that several nations have been brought from other worlds to this one. Yet no one really believes it, but considering the look in your eye, I'm starting to believe it. And you are in luck, I would say, because your location is not too far from here, about another hundred miles southwest of here. Is there a kingdom that I think would be good friends with you all? Qua-Toyne Principality is the name I was using on my way there to do some trading. Qua-Toyne is a major farming nation with farms as far as the eye can see and more crops than they know what to do with."

"I see. We had our own farmlands, but some more would not hurt. I say I can take your word on them and begin making contact with them, but we have to wait."

"Why wait?"

"We need to contact our government and have them send someone who can set up diplomatic talks." I am in no position to do such things. It would not take long to get someone here for us; at most one to two hours from there, we could make our way there. I also have to give a report on this to Bismarck so we can use our ship to get there with the Task Force on standby."