Oh, treacherous seas! With your stomach tightening—and an awful sense of déjà-vu—your maritime chief relays to you the terrible disaster that befell another great vessel, The Pride of {0}, in the early hours of the morning. Over a thousand drowned. With the previous disaster still fresh in the collective memory, the people are livid with you and your choice to let the operators regulate themselves.
A dark day for the empire. The anger is palpable.