April 11th, Ancona - The docks
"I've already checked! TWICE! How do you think Captain's going to react when his troops have half the arrows they're supposed to? I don't think he's going to be --"
They can all feel it coming, Lochlan was right. It will be time to move soon, to face their old enemies.
The irate Greek was cut off by a sudden roar from the sailors on the far side of the dock. All heads snapped up as an unidentified ship pulled up alongside and lowered its gangway.
Perhaps I should talk to Constance, she's been doing this for far longer than I have....what? Allessandra reacted the ships movement as everyone else did.
"What the devil?! That's Athene's slip!" cried Maria. She launched into a stream of profanity so foul that it could -- and indeed, did -- make sailors blush.
"Maria." The profanites continued despite Allessandra's attempted interruption.
"Maria." Milo tried as well.
"Maria!" Allessandra yelled.
Startled out of her ranting, the Captain of the Athene turned intent into action as she ran toward where her ship was apparently leaving without her, for somewhere she wasn't aware of.
She is indeed beautiful. Allessandra shook her head. But she carries so much with her, her shoulders are close to hitting the groound with the weight. She needs to learn that arrogance is not the way to deal with the difficulties in life.
"What the hell is going on around here?" Milo mumbled.
"Never mind, head back to camp and have a squad or so of the guards meet me here, then get back to counting arrows." Allessandra said lightly, concealing her smile when Milo trotted away, swearing.
Now, if they could just figure out what in the name of god was going on with the Athene.
"I've already checked! TWICE! How do you think Captain's going to react when his troops have half the arrows they're supposed to? I don't think he's going to be --"
They can all feel it coming, Lochlan was right. It will be time to move soon, to face their old enemies.
The irate Greek was cut off by a sudden roar from the sailors on the far side of the dock. All heads snapped up as an unidentified ship pulled up alongside and lowered its gangway.
Perhaps I should talk to Constance, she's been doing this for far longer than I have....what? Allessandra reacted the ships movement as everyone else did.
"What the devil?! That's Athene's slip!" cried Maria. She launched into a stream of profanity so foul that it could -- and indeed, did -- make sailors blush.
"Maria." The profanites continued despite Allessandra's attempted interruption.
"Maria." Milo tried as well.
"Maria!" Allessandra yelled.
Startled out of her ranting, the Captain of the Athene turned intent into action as she ran toward where her ship was apparently leaving without her, for somewhere she wasn't aware of.
She is indeed beautiful. Allessandra shook her head. But she carries so much with her, her shoulders are close to hitting the groound with the weight. She needs to learn that arrogance is not the way to deal with the difficulties in life.
"What the hell is going on around here?" Milo mumbled.
"Never mind, head back to camp and have a squad or so of the guards meet me here, then get back to counting arrows." Allessandra said lightly, concealing her smile when Milo trotted away, swearing.
Now, if they could just figure out what in the name of god was going on with the Athene.