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"Land ho!" a crew mate cried. Animus, the fearless captain, gazed upon the rim of Greece. Alexander was wise to send him to attack Athens. Animus gave a mysterious, crooked smile.
Tonight they were to attack.
"Lower the anchor!" He ordered the crew. "Raise the sail." The last thing they needed was to be chased off by Greek fire. The captain scanned the sky, not a cloud for miles. The Gods were on their side for once. But, Gods support or not, a Roman never looses a battle. No, a true Roman wins the battle, or dies trying.
Hours pass, and Apollo drags his chariot down to the horizon. The sun golden, and the sky a breathless scarlet. Yes, the Gods were very pleased with Animus. Or, so our hero thought. Then, without any warning, black clouds snarled at the young ship. Sparks of light danced across the cloud's faces, and a horrible storm brewed right in front of our hero's eyes.
"BEAST!" Yelled a member of the crew. The captain turned to see a long tentacle slapping the haul. Animus grabs the helm, attempting escape. But no release was given, no, not in the slightest. For the terrible beast had a death grip on the vessel. Then, another long arm stretched into the sky, and smacked on the main deck. It squeezed and tore and shredded the ship in half.
Dozens of Rome's strongest men fell into the large black mouth below. Its razor sharp teeth grazed their backs and stabbed a great many through the chest.
"In the name of Neptune!" Animus cried. "What is the making of this?" But, just as the words left his lips, a voice that seemed to be in the breeze whispered.
"Stay away from Athens, Roman. Stay away from my Olympus!" Then a mighty roar rang through the air. Our hero grabs the edge of the ship, but much too late. A mighty arm wraps around him, and slings him in the air. He smacks into the water with force that no man could survive. The beast, finally had his fill, sank into the depths of the ocean. As the ship, the young, young ship followed the beast to the bottom.
As for our brave hero. His grave lies deep down, in Davy Jone's locker. Now, he and his brave crew haunt the waters. Waiting, for their attack on Greece. Waiting for the battle that shall never come.
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