[color=9e0b0f][b]HMCS St. Clair (165), 14Km East of Halifax[/b][/color]
“Captain Pelletier we have redistributed the supplies to the coastal patrol ships and are good for two weeks but we have a lot of concern amongst the men about their families in the surrounding regions of the lost zones, Sir.” Said an aging executive officer from Toronto with a thick hazel mustache on his face as he stood in the captain’s personal quarters. “King is currently beginning peace talks with these people and hopefully we can dock, but tell the men to show them the discipline of Canadian Sailors and continue to hold tell ordered to.” Said a weary   French Canadian captain with a slight accent. “Yes sir.” Replied the  XO as he turned to leave. “Also inform each of them this is a very crucial time and that if we lose are cool we can spark a war for Canada and I wouldn’t want to be that man.” said Pelletier as he laid down the communique he was reading on to his compact desk.

[color=9e0b0f][b]Hawker Hurricane, Captain Foss, No. 106 Squadron   12km W of Saint John[/b][/color]
Foss looked away from the instruments of his hawker hurricane and to the land around him it looked the same from this altitude to him. ”it is all newfoundland now what a perplexing situation we are in.” he thought to himself as he brought his view to the prime ministers aircraft as he continued flying. “This is Captain Foss of the Royal Canadian Air Force number one hundred and four fighter squadron flight of two with VIP aircraft in tow, requesting clearance and landing instructions at Saint John  for negotiations , over.” He broadcast over the radio as he could see Saint John in the distance slowly growing as they grew closer to the island.