In a well guarded manor, two people converse seriously. The one in charge is a battle hardened, uniformed man. The other one looks more like a business man, dressed in smart clothes and seated behind a large desk with neat stacks of gold coins on it, which he occasionally strokes gently. The discussion revolves about a certain prisoner.
Uniformed man (U): So, are you sure he can't escape?
Business man (B): Well... He's quite the escape artist, you know. And stubborn. He may be able to escape from his cell, but he'd still be aboard the ship.
U: Yes, I guess. And you don't think he'd be able to start a mutiny?
B: That would surprise me. But unforeseen things may happen, as you well know, old friend.
U: Indeed. And then what? Have you set our contingency plans in action?
B: I have. There is a fleet waiting in Psaral. Should he manage to take control over the ship, against all odds, that's where he's most likely to sail. And, uhm, you also said you knew there were some sea monsters around.
U: I have control over the Leviathans, don't you worry. What about Neapolis and Kanoni?
B: Having a fleet in all ports would be too expensive. He'll most likely never escape, after all. Nevertheless, I have men there who will warn us if the ship is spotted.
U: Very well. And my propaganda campaign is successful. People are starting to turn against him. His popularity and influence is dropping every day he's absent.
B: I have noticed that. I have also managed to convince many of the natives that he would ban the coconut holidays, should he return. Many of them are rather hostile towards him.
U: Good. But what if he SHOULD return?
B: Well.... his pockets are deep. And he IS stubborn, you know. With enough time, I think he has enough resources to reestablish himself on the throne.
U: Let's hope that never happens though.
B: Absolutely. Yet - if the worst SHOULD happen, I have made some calculations. I'd say a factor 2.68, although there is some margin of error. More than enough to trigger paragraph 4.
U: You got them to agree to paragraph 4? Nice work.
They both smile, empty a glass of a clear liquid, and the uniformed man picks up a deck of tarot cards, and leaves the house