Picking the Lock ep2_sakoku.2 · dlc018
With tumult rising from within and without, the … has chosen to press for an immediate end to ….
A crowd of merchants flooded the customs house. Facing them, a single harried official stood alone. "Yes, of course this means the country will no longer be locked down." A dozen questions from the throng washed over the administrator like a roar. "What will it be instead? I'm... I'm not sure. Perhaps there will be- no, hold on, just because- this decision is not mine or yours to make, you can't just-" Every answer he gave provoked a score more questions. Work was so much easier when the country was left alone, he thought.
The … Incident ep2_sakoku.3 · dlc018
A merchant from … has attempted to ignore the strict protocols of … and trade at an unsanctioned port. Their vessel, the …, has been driven away under fire by coastal batteries. Relations, such as they are, with … have soured.
The commander grinned as a cannonball finally struck the ship. The law was very clear; the ship had no right to sail these waters. He did not care what the captain aboard that vessel thought. All he wanted was for that ship to turn around and leave.
The Picked Lock ep2_sakoku.4 · dlc018
Navigating pressures from within and without, … has been overturned. … has unlocked a new future for herself.
The official looked out over the bay. New ships were at the docks. Unfamiliar ships, waving flags he had never seen before. What did they offer …? What did they seek to take from …? His gaze lingered on the docked ships for a long, long time, before he finally turned away. His eyes would not be able to give him the answer he wanted, not today. Only time would be able to tell him what this new era would give to his homeland.
Rusted Shut ep2_sakoku.5 · dlc018
The continued observance of … in …, even as the country is rocked by seismic political shifts, bodes ill for any hope of breaking out of the country's self-imposed isolation. It seems like … is here to stay.
The official looked out over the bay. Old ships sat at the docks, the same that his father would have seen, or his grandfather, or his ancestors for several generations back. Would his children see the same ships? His grandchildren? Would this vista ever change? His gaze lingered on the docked ships for a long, long time, before he finally turned away. His eyes would not be able to give him the answer he wanted, not today. Only time would be able to tell if his homeland would truly remain the same forever.
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