"Your Greatness...the scanners of sonar have picked up on...eh...a ship, a vessel of coasts of some kind..." says a royal official, standing before the colossal might of Empress Roral II.
"You bother me with this why? Just crush it and move on", snarls the titanic monarch.
"Madame, may you be praised but with all due respect, it is like no ship we have ever seen... None of our logs have ships by this enemy...I think we must bring them down to be int-"
"SILENCE! I am the Empress and I will make the decisions."
Roral puzzles for a moment, thinking of the possibilities of such important new intel.
"Bring them down for an interrogation. Be sure to be...somewhat gentle enough with their puny ship, so they can leave if they are an ally, or a faithful of the Holy One. I'm... curious of this whole situation, and I've been bored lately anyway. This could lead to...amusing results. Go fetch the ship now my soldiers."
"Aye, hail!" shout two soldiers as they swim out in the direction of the mysterious naval vessel...