“After hiking to Alexandria on a small fishing boat, I decided to take the first ship available that was heading for Constantinople. I longed so for my dear home country.
The ship Cassiopeia where leaving the next week, and I where on it. Cassiopeia was a large merchant vessel, that should sell their valuable load of sheep in Constantinople. The naval technology had improved while I where gone, Cassiopeia where not only larger than any ship I had seen before, it was also equipped with a number of cannons.
A sunny day in may we entered the sea of Marmara, now my journey was about to come to an end. And while the sun raised on the sky, the silhouette of the city became larger and larger. When arriving to the large harbour, where you could see ships as far as you could look, I almost wept.
But things had changed while I was gone, my favourite park had been destroyed, now endless rows of barracks where there instead. You could also see a lot of soldiers marching in the streets. Who was this new king, was he the one who had taken the task of reclaim old Byzantine lands. I decided that I should make contact with him.”
- From the holy diary of Markus, Museum of History, Constantinople