The Admiralty

Winding through the streets of London, William soon found himself at the steps of a tall white marble building, auspiciously quarded by redcoated marines wielding the latest high powered steam rifles. William straightened his outfit as he approached, adjusting his waistcoat and patting his steam hand cannon tucked in his belt.

The guards let him by with ****, and William strode into the Navy office. Officers walked throughout the gleaming building in full dress uniforms of the british Navy, casting sidelong glances of disdain at the plucky sailor. William quickly found his destination, quietly letting himself into the large study at the back of the building which comprised the Grand Admiral's quarters.

"How go things abroad?" A voice asked, emanating from a plush chair by the brass fireplace. "Napoleon V plans to retake his predecessors lost empire. The Grand Army openly marches towards Spain. So the French are being typical," William replied, pouring himself a cup of tea and settling himself across from the admiral.