"Greetings to you too Ms. Zara," Savannah replied. With Arizona leading them she held formation, enjoying the ocean breeze. She had just tread these waters but being underway was always preferable to sitting at anchor as far as she was concerned. "I was a flotilla leader off the coast of northwest Africa. Because I was in charge of a large amount of territory and six destroyers I was granted a mental model. Truth be told it was all rather boring darling. The African nations never had much of naval presence and we spent most of our time running up and down the coast in endless loops with a great deal of nothing happening." She leaned on the rail of her flying bridge and sighed. "At least until Musashi and that human she allowed aboard her decided to reinterpret the Admiralty Code and involved themselves in the affairs of humans." She huffed, "And if that violation was not great enough that... human," she spat the word out in disgust, "Attempted to order me and my flotilla into the Mediterranean to assist. That would have left half the west coast of Africa with no patrols. So naturally, I refused." She straightened up and frowned. "Unfortunately my destroyers were more loyal to Musashi."