The Federal Territory of Candia,
The Danubian Federation
The bright azure waters of the Aegean looked as crisp as they had when their famed namesake fell into them; as the sun danced merrily in shifting patterns on the waves. The small fleet of commerce raiders, about four in total, chugged merrily through blue water without an Ottoman ship in sight; and soon the city of Candia itself was visible on the horizon.
Pasquale Tiepolo, son of the great patrician banker Alessandro Tiepolo, was out to claim his families birthright. His many-great grandfather was Giacomo Tiepolo, the first Duke of Candia and the Tiepolo family had an especial connection to the isle ever since. His father Alessandro had recently signed a petition to the President for Venezia to be granted stewardship of the island on behalf of the Federation; but that itself became lost in the chaos surrounding Slovakia and Hungary. The young Pasquale was even more fascinated with the island of Candia and it's history than his father and spoke fluent Greek. Often he was found drafting plans to petition for the annexation of Candia to Venice; but always ended merely as a boyish dream between he and a few childhood friends.
But this, this time it was different. While Venezia was still reeling from the news of the Hungarian secession Pasquale set out to seize his moment. Armed with conviction, determination, and outrageous wealth, he and a few of his closest cohorts pooled their resources and bought a small fleet of steam-powered commerce raiders which had been decommissioned from age; before they hired a few old veterans yearning for another shot at glory, purchased some old muzzle-loaders, and slipped from the Venetian docks the next morning; various and sundry excuses for their disappearances sitting on the desks of their respective fathers.
Now the jewel was in sight.
The ships -still, to all appearances, a peaceful Venetian trading convoy- docked with no trouble in Candia and the four commanders all disembarked first; an incongruous lot each carrying a fluttering Venetian flag with daggers tucked into their teal sashes. Soon afterwards, a party of about two dozen old dogs with their uniforms (some dating back to Imperial times) on and their guns at the ready. Commanders at the head and their army behind them, the party marched through the streets of Candia and shouted -in Venetian and Greek- that Venetian control was being restored to the island to protect it from rebels within the Federation and Ottoman attempts to re-take the island. While most inhabitants did not quite understand that the references to rebels meant they certainly understood what protection from the Turks meant, and loudly cheered the men.
Eventually the procession halted at the Ottoman 'Vezir Mosque' which had been commandeered by the vague Danubian authorities that existed on the island -namely, the deputy Tax Advisory and Revenue Commissions Cadet-Officer; a certain Bojan Tomaž- and was now the makeshift HQ for the Federal Government on the island. Pasquale, flanked by two guards, entered and politely requested that Bojan sign a sheet of paper declaring on behalf of the Federal Government that the island had been ceded to Venice. Bojan did so, and hurriedly fled from the premises.
His aims completed and the commanders and guards dismissed to go and seize Canea, Pasquale sat down to write.