Political event
The storm outside has abated a bit. I'm not longer getting sick, though Britannia is still tossing around rather a lot.
I was in the fitness center when Callum came to me about a situation in the Falkland Islands. The harbour facilities are under water from rising tides, their economy is in tatters since they can neither receive imports or ship out exports. There is a true crisis and yet my government has chosen to keep it from me!
I have ordered Prime Minister Weathersby to meet us in Gibraltar.