It was quiet on the little island of Rocca Sorrentina. Most of the inhabitants slept through New Year's early dawn, save for the cats, night workers, or occasional shadowy cutpurse. The time had come for the two sister ships to dance with destiny upon the waves once again. With the minimum of ruckus, both crews had boarded their respective ships, now fully stocked with provisions and supplies, and ready to go. With a "Heave Ho," all sails were unfurled and both ships glided full speed ahead into the New Year's morning light. Quietly and gently, the currents of the Tyrhennean sea worked with the trade winds, guiding the two grand ladies out of the Bay of Naples and further into Poseidon's domain...ever so steadily... until they were nothing but specks on the horizon... becoming one with the rising sun, the everlasting sky, and the all-encompassing sea.