Arex had remained quiet for several minutes, pacing back and forth on the back deck next to the obviously nervous Helmsman guiding the ship along with the fleet of other refugee ships. The royal guards were also on edge based on Arex's mood swings in the past when something had not gone the way he planned. Everything had collapsed in an an afternoon and Arex was on the verge of a complete melt down. His leather gloves were straining not the break at the strain of his hands griping the railing to tight. The royal guards dared not interrupt him while he was trying to vent his anger.<br/><br/>Then suddenly King Arex turned from the railing and rushed over to the opposite side of the Helmsman's wheel overlooking the rest of the ship so everyone could see him.<br/><br/>"I want every ship captain in the fleet on this ship NOW!" Yelled Arex at the top of his lungs. Insuring that every crew-member and guard could hear his voice.<br/><br/>No one dared questioned this order when given by the King directly and in such a mood. Soon every captain had taken a rowboat from their respective ships to the flagship of the fleet, the captains had gathered into a group on the main deck awaiting the Kings address, most knew that it was not going to be pleasant. Especially since the Royal guard had taken up positions at key points of the deck, as if they were preventing running from the scene.<br/><br/>Arex soon slowly stepped down the small flight of stairs from the upper deck to the lower. His mood calmed but the air was still heavy with barely contained anger. The ship was silent and all that could be heard was the Kings leather boots clicking as they hit another step.<br/><br/>"Each of you will now give me a reason why I should not shoot each one of you now for High Treason against the Crown of Albion." Said King Arex keeping his right hand on his weapons holster.