Cogs, fluyts, galleys. Crews to feed, holds to fill, weather to read. The Mediterranean is wide and rarely forgiving.
Smithies, mills, shipyards, taverns. Every workshop you raise turns raw goods into something the next port is desperate for.
Houses, banks, guild halls. Cities remember the merchants who shaped them — your name lasts longer than your ships.
The Founders' Charter is open. The first 5,000 captains receive a permanent crest and a seat in the council.