"Tokugawa?"
Before Daphne could further question Francis about the unfamiliar term, the port was suddenly filled with the blaring sound of a horn. They both instinctively turned their gaze towards the window. What met their eyes was the majestic Pacific Fleet coming into view on the San Francisco Bay. The fleet comprised of formidable battleship, destroyers, battlecruisers, submarines, amphibious assault warship, and auxiliary ships.
"Prepare for departure, Daphne," Francis said as he rose to his feet, his gentle demeanor turning serious.
"Yes, brother," Daphne stood up promptly, matching the urgency in her brother's tone. They made their way to the exit, and trailing behind them was Daphne's maid.
She followed Francis somewhere along the port, and it was far from the Post Office.