A fourteenth day passes without a single port battle concluded, no colours struck nor walls breached in these last four-and-twenty hours, and this office begins to suspect the Caribbean's gunners have taken up gardening. Yet the NPC Raiders, ever restless where honest captains sleep, have at last marked their targets: KARMA's Spanish holding of Champoton is called for this evening at 20:40 UTC, and CKA's British outpost at Pedro Cay follows an hour later at 21:34 UTC. Whether these marauders shall improve upon their long and dismal record of failure, the Gazette declines to wager, though the smart money in every tavern from Port Royal to Havana continues to favour the defenders. The treasury table offers scarcely more ink than the battlefield. CFS remains fixed at the summit with its twenty-six ports entirely unchanged, a reign now stretching into a fourteenth consecutive day of perfect stillness at the top of the ledger. No clan rose to challenge it, none fell from the upper ranks, and the counting-houses of the Caribbean this morning show all the excitement of a becalmed sea.