[b]A change of seasons[/b]
Admiral teach sullenly sat in his chair. The people were tense and worried. Out on the mooring of his flagship, concerned citizens had been gathering day and night. He understood their worries. The very idea of friends and family starving becuse of some corrupt snake's underhanded dealings was apalling. The council was coming together in emergency meeting today. Garcia had managed to rally the people to his cause, whether they realized what it involved or not. Teach only hoped the council would be willing to take the unpopular but necesarry decision in these trying times.

As before, the meeting was opened, but the captains did not greet each other like the friends they used to be. They were agitated and stressed. It was no secret today's meeting would be a very bipartizan discourse between teach and garcia, and of course their respective supporters. “Well people, I think it's a pretty clear case we have here tody. It is as I have told you all for years. Garcia's scheming is poisoning our nation from within, and this past week. That corruption finally went from a sleeping problem to an actual crisis!”.

Garcia's supporters derided this narrative with booing and obscene gestures the moment teach had finished his sentence. Garcia himself was quick to speak in coutnerargument. “Why yes, perhaps it would be for the best of the nation if I was removed from power... after all sir edward, you have no personal interest in seeing me fall... We all know you have no possible ulterior motives in doing this.”

Garcia's tone made his intent quite clear. The man was good at undermining his opponent's character if nothing else. “Yes, it's not a secret I have a great amount of disdain for you and your methods garcia. But should my personal opinion be the deciding factor in this argument? I have had quite enough of your dealing with our ideological enemies. I offer a simple choice, relinquish your seat on the council, or I will run you through like I shoudl have years ago.”

Teach realized what he had said only when it was already too late. Garcia had made him say exactly what he wanted him to say. “Ah, you show your true colors then... The colors of a tyrant that fooled everyone into thinking him a benevolent dictator. And a lapdog of the steppe brutes besides.”

Teach struggled to get a response in, but he knew it was already too late, Garcia now had the confidence to cut him off before he could even get a word in. “Now, let us turn things around captain teach. I hereby offer you a choice. Step down from the council, and allow those truly deserving to rule this nation. Or we wil run you through like the tyrant YOU are.” Garcia's rigtheous-sounding verbal beating was backed up by near everyone in the council. Garcia's supporters. Previously neutral members... even one or two of teach' supporters had changed sides.

Edward felt a sinking feeling in his gut... The eslean had won the day. If he were to save any face at all he had no choice but to stand down as the council now demanded. There was no way he coul salvage enough support right now to overturn such a decision.

And like that, the great reformer was lifted from power. Ousted by the government he himself had helped create. That same night, the captain boarded his flagship and sailed to seas unknown. Perhaps one day he would return. When the people would see the folly of who they now allowed in power.

[b]Aid from an unexpected angle[/b]

garcia was now in power yes. But that didn't stop the fact the ogres embargo still stood... It would only be a matter of time until even worse sanctions came to pass. Garcia had foreseen this however. His plan had been ad-hoc from the start. But the situation he managed to engineer was quite a beneficial one. It was funny really. He was quite sure the ogres wouldn't inerfere before now. But they did, and it was their attempt at controlling the situation that gave him the leverage needed to take over. He didn't need to do things covertly anymore. After all, there was no doubt in anyone's heart that this new revolutionary could do no wrong. He had exposed the aquilaan tyrant, and now he would carry them all to greatness.

Two envoys moved out, one headed for the khanate, and one to the dwarven nation of oógurtz. To the ogres, Garcia's message was part insult and part chastising. If they really thought they could dictate law in the sovereign nations of pirates, they were sorely mistaken. Effective immediately, the pirates declared a counter-embargo. One much clearer in intent. The sea would no longer be a safe haven to ogres, nor those foolish enough to try and trade with them. It was their own fault. After all, what would one expect when they bit the hand that feeded them. The envoy came back with a small fleet in tow. Garcia had ordered the evacuation of the concessions in ogre lands. Many were left behind. For a clear distinction had been made to determine who was 'important enough' to save. The boats would not come back. And those left behind would have to fend for themselves.

This would have been an extroadinarily idiotic move if not for the second envoy. The message he carried was not an offer.It was a confirmation to go through with a plan decided upon long ago. The envoy came back, ship loaded with supplies. Food from the dwarven subteranean farmlands. It was not hard for the dwarves to provide for their new allies. Their population density was much higher. And they had decades of experience feeding such numbers. The food given was bland and tough, but filling.

And so, the political situation made an about-face. The question to ask now was... how would the ogres react to this?