NationStates Jolt Archive

Somewhere on the Atlantic.

A sailor approached the rear of the ship where a pole proudly displayed a grand flag of the Dumpsterdanian Empire, he slowly began taking it down, neatly folding it like one would do his best table linen. The packing of the flag was completed when a gold inlaid seal was put on top of it and the entire package was lifted away by two other sailors to be burned later on.

The sailor ripped open a sealed crate and revealed the Euroslavian flag, not as large as the previous one but still worthy as a mark of recognition.
He also handed out the passes and documentations indicating that they where in fact from the nation of Euroslavia and had every right to pass straits and seas blockaded to them before.

All around the world, ships formerly carrying flags and passes indicating them to be belonging to the Dumpsterdanian Empire silently changed their flags, in a matter of months over seven-hundred merchant vessels would complete this transformation as they received small refits in the Euroslavian ports in Slovenia.

Slovenia, port of Koper.

The port was lined with ships, big and small, mainly of Dumpsterdanian origin now carrying Euroslavian flags as they received refits and where loaded with huge amounts of goods to carry back to Dumpsterdam or to a zillion of other destinations that where now open to them.

Tag.

The Minister of Trade was told of the arrival of Dumpsterdam ships in the Slovenian port of Koper, which, by the way, was one of the fastest growing ports within Europe. He received a phone call from the man in charge of maintaining the port.

"Sir, we're awaiting your response. Should we go ahead with the re-fitting of the ships with Euroslavic flags?

"Yes, go ahead. And I have a few more pre-cautions to take. Just to make sure that these ships go unharmed, make sure that at least 10 Euroslavians board each of the ships, in case Chellis stops them in the Gibraltar. That way, it won't be suspicious at all."

He hung up the phone, and smiled. No one would expect such a thing from Euroslavia. At that point in time, the door opened to his office. The door wasn't closed, but it was nudged open by his dog, a black labrador at the age of 4. The dog was trained by his owner, and quite well.

"Oh Poochy...if only these tensions within Europe would end, and everyone would just get along. Chellis is being completely unreasonable with his 'closing of the Gibraltar' to Dumpsterdam, despite the fact that they aren't in the RWC."

The dog looked up at him, and a look of evil came upon it. It's eyes began to shift back and forth, as if the dog himself had planned something. The dog with shifty eyes has something up its sleeve...