Jack of Harts

Eleven years into The War, we just called Aneerin’s cobbled together collection of ships The Fleet.  Every nation and world had its own fleet of course, but to those of us who’d been there since the beginning, The Fleet was the only fleet that really mattered.  The Italian Andrea Doria joined us after we stopped at Nuova Roma to deal with a Russian raid.  I learned to really love the San Marcans there.  They were good drinkers, great partiers, and awesome Marines.