Envoyé… 7 September 1713 Leaning against the rail amidships on the Lightning , General Ritter Petr Kotrimanic felt the ship being carried away in the tide. A puff of wind fluffed out the Lightning’s sails and the ship began to move with a sense of purpose. Soon the sounds of Dbrnouks’ wharves faded away and then the building of the town’s seafront and their bright roofs began to fade from sight as the ship pulled way into the Adriatic. The ship’s crew settled into their busy routine while out of their element, the passengers, Kotrimanic with them, settled into a mood of listless waiting. Ritter Kotrimanic, now more properly entitled Ambassador and retired General, reflected on the expected two days of isolation ahead of him. Kotrmanic’s appointment was a newly-created position as Ambassador-at-large to the states of the western Mediterranean, his orders were to establish contact with the states of the region, including the newly-seceded Catalonia, to determine which, if an
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