Reincarnated with a Country Creation System

The sun had just begun to climb over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the tranquil waters near the Port of Maputo. The gentle lapping of the waves and the occasional cry of a seagull provided a serene soundtrack to the morning as a pair of black Zambesi fishermen cast their nets into the sea.

Their small, weathered boat bobbed lightly on the calm surface, and the men exchanged easy conversation as they worked.

"Caught anything worth mentioning today, Mateyo?" asked Jafari, a broad-shouldered man with a salt-and-pepper beard, as he pulled in his net.

"Not yet, Jafari," Mateyo replied, shaking his head. "But the day is young. Patience is the key, my friend."

Jafari chuckled and adjusted his hat to shield his eyes from the brightening sky. "Patience, yes. But a good catch wouldn't hurt either."

The sea had been kind to them over the years, providing sustenance and a modest livelihood. Today seemed like any other day, with the promise of the ocean's bounty just below the surface.

As they chatted about their families and the latest news from the village, Mateyo suddenly paused, squinting into the distance. His expression shifted from one of relaxed contentment to one of curious concern.

"What's that?" Mateyo murmured, pointing toward the horizon.

Jafari turned, following the direction of Mateyo's outstretched hand. At first, he saw nothing unusual. The expanse of the blue sea stretched out endlessly, as it always did. But then he noticed a dark shape emerging, growing larger and more distinct with each passing moment.

"Is that a ship?" Jafari asked, his brow furrowing.

"It looks like it," Mateyo replied with a tone of uncertainty. "But it's... different. Bigger."

As the minutes ticked by, the shape on the horizon resolved into something unmistakably formidable. The sleek, imposing hull of a warship sliced through the water, its sheer size dwarfing anything the fishermen had ever seen. The ship's powerful engines churned the sea into a frothy wake, and it moved with an almost predatory grace.

Jafari's mouth fell open in awe. "By the spirits, it's massive!"

Mateyo nodded, equally transfixed by the sight. "And look, there are more behind it!"

Indeed, following the lead ship were several more vessels. Mateyo counted them. There were eight ships!

"Those are western ships!" Mateyo exclaimed, panic creeping into his voice. "The Westerners have been trying to make the Kingdom of Zambesi submit for years, but all of them failed. This time, it looks like the foreigners aren't asking anymore."

Jafari's eyes widened. "We must return to Maputo and inform the governor immediately."

Just as they were about to row away, something massive and dark emerged in front of them, blocking their path. Jafari's face turned pale as he recognized the shape.

"That's a submarine!" he shouted. "A Western ship that can submerge in the ocean. It's blocking our way!"

The fishermen's small boat rocked violently as the submarine surfaced fully. Before they could react further, they felt a powerful current pulling them from behind. They turned to see a colossal warship, its propellers churning the water with immense force as it propelled itself forward, creating a turbulent wake that dragged their boat along.

"We're being pulled in!" Mateyo yelled, gripping the sides of the boat to steady himself.

The sheer size and power of the warship were overwhelming. Its towering superstructure cast a long shadow over the fishermen's boat, and the noise from its engines was deafening. The realization that they were utterly at the mercy of these foreign giants sank in quickly.

"What do we do, Mateyo?" Jafari shouted over the roar of the engines.

Mateyo's mind raced. "We have to get their attention, show them we mean no harm. Wave your arms, make it clear we're just fishermen."

The two men waved frantically, shouting in the hope that someone on the massive ship would see them. Moments later, a group of sailors on the deck of the warship noticed the small boat being dragged along. They shouted orders, and the ship's engines slowed, reducing the turbulent wake.

A rope ladder was thrown down from the side of the warship, and a voice called out in heavily accented Triesenese.

"Climb aboard."

Jafari and Mateyo exchanged nervous glances but realized they had little choice. With trembling hands, they began to climb the ladder, leaving their small boat behind. As they reached the deck, they were met by stern-faced sailors and a man in a pristine white uniform.

"Do you understand us?" one of the sailors asked.

Jafari replied steadily, "Yes, we can understand you. I speak a little Triesenese."

At this moment, he knew that the country trying to force its way in was the Empire of Triesenberg, one of the strongest in the nation on the planet. However, as he glanced up, the flag didn't seem to match the flag of the Empire of Triesenese. It was different. It has three vertical bands displaying the colors of black, yellow, and red.

The Empire of Triesenberg has a bird-looking symbol on its flag with a white background and black stripes at the top and bottom.

Could this be a totally different country or a vassal state of Triesenberg?

Moments later, an officer in the white uniform and a peaked cap stepped forward.

"How lucky for us to catch a Zambesi fisherman that can understand our language," said the officer.

Jafari nervously asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the captain of this ship, Captain John Ellis of the Valorian Navy. I am also the commander of the Expeditionary Fleet with a mission to establish diplomatic contact with the Kingdom of Zambesi."

The fishermen exchanged puzzled looks. "Valoria? We have never heard of your country," Jafari said cautiously.

Captain Ellis nodded understandingly. "That is expected. Now, we would like to request your cooperation in guiding us to whoever it is we can communicate with regarding this matter."

"The Kingdom of Zambesi wouldn't even entertain your request as they won't have anything to do with foreigners"

Captain Ellis shook his head slightly. "We are not from the west. In fact, we are closer than you think. So, this is what's going to happen. We will sail towards the port city of Maputo and there we will communicate with high-ranking officials so we can establish diplomatic contact. Both of you will come with us and serve as our interpreters."

"But what if we refused?" Mateyo asked, visibly shaken.

"You can't refuse, this is in the best interest of your nation and ours. So I suggest that you cooperate with us."