The First Battle
337 Words
Sarpi was hastily awakened by the spear leader:
_Wake up boy! we need your help. the Peloponnese have arrived, and are at over 1000 men.
confused Sarpi asked:
_What? and how many are we in?
_A little more than 150. Answered the embarrassed leader.
_And is it just us? or do you have someone else elsewhere? Sarpi asked, already regretting having done it.
_I have already sent a messenger to Crete. But the capital is a day away. We'll have to hold here for at least a week for reinforcements to arrive.
So for the first time in his brief life Sarpi felt fear. he could see in the distance the monstrous shadow of a seemingly infinite fleet. the horizon covered with banners of different colors, with letters, wolves and one that stood out from the others, a flag with a man wearing a wreath of seaweed and holding a trident.
It was the same flag he had seen on the boat the men had killed his precious mother shark.
He was no longer afraid.
He felt determination.
And a growing fury spread through his body.
He felt like he could defeat the entire world on his own.
He saw a sharp javelin nearby and had an idea.
He wanted revenge, not tomorrow or later.
He wanted it now.
He picked up the javelin and after concentrating all his strength hurled it towards the boat with the trident flag.
The fleet's distance was 3 kilometers from the coast from where Sarpi fired the javelin.
The men next to him were speechless as they watched the javelin travel like a comet towards the boats. they were all without reaction.
Including the sailors of said fleet, who didn't even have time to scream when the burning javelin passed through the hulls of three boats in succession before seizing forever the captain of one of the ships at the bottom of the sea.
He smiled, felt his energy slip away, and passed out again, being parried by the spear leader.
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