The oracle's words stand as a warning.
A prophecy
Sparta will fall.
All of Greece will fall.
And Persian fire will reduce Athens to cinder.
For Athens it's a pile of stone and wood and cloth and dust.
And as dust will vanish into the wind.
Only the Athenians themselves exist.
And the fate of the world hangs on their every syllable.
Only the athenians exist.
And only stout wooden ships can save them.
Wooden ships... and a tidal wave of heroes' blood.
Leonidas... my husband.
Leonidas your king.
Leonidas and the brave 300 are dead.
The free men and women of Greece are not bound by a beautiful Spartan death.
War is not their love yet he lay down his life for them.
For the promise Greece holds.
These are enemies who forged our freedom in the fires of war.
It was king Darius who came to take our land.
Ten years ago when youth still burn in our eyes,
before this bitter war forced our children to become men.
Ten years ago this war began
as all wars begin... with the Greeks.
Marathon.
The Persian king - Darius
annoyed by the notion of Greek freedom.
He's come to Greece to bring us to heel.
He makes landfull of the field of Marathon with an invading
force which outnumbers the Greek defenders three to one.
And so at dawn the hopeless Athenians do the unthinkable
They attack.
They attack the weary Persians as they disembark from
their ships on shaky legs after a month at sea.
They attack before they can establish their war camp and supply their soldiers.
And who is the architect of this mad strategy?
A little known athenian soldier..,
his men called him... Themistocles.
He gives the persians the taste of Athenian's shock combat.
All thoughts of glory are gone.
Thousands dead, hundreds of them their own
all for an idea, a free Greece.
An Athenian experiment called democracy.
Could this idea be worthy? Worth all this sacrifice?
Themistocles would let the good King Darius decide.
For through the chaos, a moment appeared.
And Themistocles would seize it.
A moment that would ring across the centuries,
a moment that would raise him from simple soldier,
to the height of the Athenian political power.
A moment that would make Themistocles a legend.
Yet even as the praise and glory were heaped upon him,
Themistocles knew in his heart he'd made a mistake.
It was Darius' son, Xerxes
His eyes have the stink of destiny about them.
Themistocles knew he should've killed that boy.
That glorious mistake would forever haunt him.
And so it was Themistocles himself who sent the ripple across the Persian empire.
And set into motion forces that would bring fire to the heart of Greece.
For is the good king lay dying,
all his greatest generals and advisers were summoned to his bedside.
None greater than his finest naval commander.
Artemisia
Her ferocity bested only by her beauty.
Her beauty matched only by her devotion to her king.
Darius favored Artemisia among his generals
for she has brought him victory in the battlefield.
In her, he had the perfect warrior
protege that his son Xerxes would never be.
So sweet... my child.
My sweet... child.
Father.
Xerxes... do not repeat your father's mistake.
Leave the noble Greece to the waves.
Only the gods can defeat them,
Only... the gods.
For seven days Xerxes mourned. Paralyzed by grief.
On the 8th day
Artemisia whispered the seed of madness that would consume him.
Your father's words are not a warning
But a challenge.
"Only the gods can defeat the Greeks."
You will be a god-king.
Artemisia gathered the priests, wizards and mystics from every corner of the empire.
They wrapped the young king in Samerian gorse dipped in ancient potions.
And set him to one of the desert.
Till end in delirium of heat and thirst,
he stumbled upon a hermit's cave.
Xerxes passed the vacant eyes,
an empty souls of the hollowed creatures that dwell in the dark corners
of all men's hearts.
And in that darkness,
he surrended himself completely,
to power so evil and perverse...
and as he emerged, no part of a human man that was Xerxes survived.
His eyes blazed like scarlet coals.
He was stripped, cleansed, clamorous and smooth.
Xerxes was reborn a god. (A mighty god in his tight golden spandex)
Artemisia trusted no one.
So in the cover of night,
the palace was cleansed of all Xerxes allies.
All those he trusted...
all those who'd raise him.
All those he had once looked to for counsel,
were quickly introduced to her wrath.
And as the god king stood before his people.
Artemisia watched her flawless manipulation take shape.
For glory's sake
For vengeance's sake.
War!
War is coming to Greece.
In the visage of a monster army over a million strong.
It should be little more than a formality for Themistocles,
the hero of Marathon.
To finish what he began.
Please we must appeal to Xerxes reasons.
Coward.
Athens is a city of power. - Shut your cockhole.
- Shut your own. - I'll kill you. - Fuck the Spartans
- Silence! - Silence for the hero of Marathon!
This is a democracy, not a street fight.
The Persian attack will come from both the north and the south.
- The city states should negotiate a truce. - Yes, yes we must negotiate.
Negotiating tyranny.
Give me one example of when that has ever profited a nation.
My fellow countrymen, we can only judge the future
from what we have suffered in the past.
Now many of you here stood with me at Marathon
And for those of you who served and faced the cut and thrust of battle,
you know how true peace is forged.
Do not be deceived.
Xerxes, the son of Darius is a wolf at our door.
Right here right now
We must choose. Do we stand and fight for Greece or not?
Argos...
Corinth, Megara, Athens...
not even Sparta can match the Persians alone.
We must persevere as one nation,
or we will perish clinging onto our own self interests.
Send us the ships that we need to defend Greece.
Themistocles will need more than our shitty ships.
He will need our children to join the fight.
- What of Sparta? - You send every ship that we have,
to the northern coast of Euboea.
I will go and seek the help
of the great Spartans...
Still no word from the messenger you sent to Sparta.
King Leonidas may have been insulted by your generous offer.
- Perhaps I need to march to Sparta myself and burn it to the ground.
- Remember... when a king is loved as I am,
much can be accomplished.
He would be forced to resist my divine power.
Athens is attempting to assemble a coalition.
It will be nothing more than bunch work of ships.
- Once these waters have been traversed, I will lead my force across the land.
- I will remind the cowards of Greece, that we have not forgotten their insolence.
Rest and water the horses. It's best I go alone.
Spartans don't get along well with us.
- Spartans... - Themistocles...
You old snake, What brings you this far south?
I've come to see Leonidas to warn him that the Persians are on the march.
Well you are too late. Persian messenger already presented these terms to Leonidas.
Symbolic offer of earth and water.
Spartan, know this and know it well:
Today Spartan's finest moment,
the greatest fullfilment of all he holds dear,
is that moment.
When he has fought his heart out for the preservation
of Sparta... and lies dead on the battlefield.
Victorious.
Now... who is willing to die at our king's side?
Themistocles...
- You've come a long way to stroke your cock whilst watching real men train.
Queen Gorgo, shouldn't you be training them to live at their king's side?
A new age is downing Gorgo.
It wont be long before men rise up and shed the earth off mysticism or tyranny
- That sounds like a threat. - No.
An opportunity to join the rest of the free Greece and stand against the true tyrant.
Unless of course you and Leonidas have already made a deal with Xerxes.
No terms were reached.
Xerxes' messenger was rude and lacked respect.
He didn't understand the same threats made in Thebes and Athens would not work here.
This is the birthplace of the world's greatest warriors.
Men whose king would stand and fight and die for any one of them.
Xerxes' messenger did not understand that this is no typical Greek city state.
This is Sparta.
- So it was clear to the messenger that there would be no Spartan's submission.
It was clear. Even now Leonidas is in council with the oracle over his battle plan.
The Festival of the Carneia is all that stands in our way.
Surely the oracle will see we must fight.
Well then my timing is perfect.
I am commanding a fleet of ships that will represent a united greece.
I need Sparta to join me.
Give me your ships Gorgo, I will make sure that Xerxes
wishes he'd never crossed the Aegean.
You will receive no Spartan ships, we are not interested in united Greece,
that is your dream, Themistocles, not ours.
All I am concerned with is the preservation of Sparta.
My guards will see you out.
It's funny that you mock freedom here in your selfish isolation.
Yet freedom and her wisdom,
has chosen you to defend her.
My Queen...
Will Sparta join our fight?
Apparently the Persians have offered the Spartans something they can not refuse.
And what is that?
A beautiful death.
They say you are the bravest of our captives.
They say you're a whore from the eastern seas.
But not the smartest.
Your commander is a Greek just like me.
You Persian men take your orders from a Greek woman.
- Yes my brother, I am Greek by birth.
And I have Greek blood running through my veins.
But my heart...
is Persian.
Within hours....
Greek fleet will be shattered.
What of our master and the much feared Spartans?
There's nothing to fear.
Only King Leonidas and his personal guard of 300
have marched to fight.
They'll collapse instantly.
You...
Do you agree?
Many will perish...
Your confidence leaves me with a strong impression.
It's a curious thing for a simple ship guard
to not lower his eyes when questioned by me.
It could've been just lack of discipline.
A man's hands do not lie.
They can reveal every imperfection and flaw in his character.
You see, your hands are not rough enough to work the rigging of this ship.
I know every single man beneath my lash. Can you explain to me
how I don't know you?
Forgive me Commander.
Let me introduce myself.
Seize the spy!
Coward.
The storm is upon us.
It's just some mad Greek weather.
- Themistocles - Come.
Calisto... the spoken here must not be repeated.
Anywhere.
My son has not earned the right to sit at the table of combat veterans,
but you can trust him.
Very well.
- Tell me.
- A Greek women commands all the Xerxes' ships to the south.
Artemisia...
I know of her.
Artemisia is murderous by trait, with true skills on the sea.
And she has thirst for vengeance.
Rumor are her entire family was murdered by a squad of Greek Hoplites.
I have heard all the stories.
The Hoplites spared no one on that day.
Story goes that they raped and murdered her entire family.
And then they turned their attention towards her...
After years of being kept in the bowels of a Greek's slave ship,
she was discarded and left for dead.
Where she was found near death by Persian inversary.
Artemisia vowed that day to return to Greece.
Only when she could watch it burn.
She was fed, clothed and trained by the finest warriors of the Persian empire.
Until no match could be found for her skills and gift with the sword.
The great King Darius was impressed by her commitment.
And she quickly rose to command at his side.
He has sold her soul to death himself.
Well some could say that I've sold mine to Greece.
- What do you think? - Me?
Yes, you are the future of this country.
I am ready to fight.
I like him. You must be a view.
- We will need every last man. - Well he's still just a boy.
- Much younger had defended our country father.
- Enough!
You are a dreamer whom speak of this no more.
Themistocles, I've set your plan in motion and
and my land force will be assembled by the second day.
You will be needed.
I can assure you of that.
- And there is bad news. Leonidas has marched north to the hot gates.
Bad news? The Spartans at the hot gates
our victory is assured.
If the army were with him.
But between the Oracle and Carnea Leonidas has marched to Thermopylae with just 300 men.
So the only thing standing between Athens and total annihilation
is Leonidas and 300 Spartans.
Go search out the veterans among them
Establish an order around the volunteers.
Good, a little time to teach these farm's hands strategy
Just keep them well fed...
and sober.
- Anything else?
- It wouldn't hurt if they could swing a sword.
I'll be damned!
- Shit! - Does your father know that you're here?
No, sir.
- And the shield and sword? - My grandfathers'.
My mother entrusted them to me this morning.
- When she gave you her blessing? - Yes, sir.
With a sharp blade nontheless
Your father is preparing a surprise for our enemy tomorrow.
I choose to fight here, now.
Come aboard my ship. That is where you'll fight.
Yes, sir.
We're just over 50 ships.
Persian forces reported the number in the thousands.
Of ships appear hardly seen worthy.
There're nothing like the monster ships of the Persian's fleet.
Then we have the advantage, speed and maneuverability.
Plus the city states is in anyone from a handful to a single ship
or course Athens supplies the balance.
We have a report that a small advanced force of Persian ships
are taken refuge from a storm just across the strait.
So With the breaks we can hit them at dawn.
- An early Greek victory.
- The gods have given us an opportunity to wound
the Persian and strengthen the Greek's morale.
Attempted distraction. We'll stick to the battle plan.
Today at sundown we will sail out to meet
the main Persian fleet.
We'll attack them in the open water with no short to narrow the battle.
To attack a force over a thousand ships without army force is suicide.
Such is my plan.
Look at their excuse for a navy.
Their ships are a little threat.
I need a second in command, Achmenes.
And whoever proves their excellence, will own a place beside me.
General Bandari has offered to lead the first attack.
- Bandari!
- Commander? - I let you lead our first offensive.
What guarantee do I have that you'll bring me a quick victory?
- My word and my life.
- Good.
- My rules of engagement?
- Humiliate the Greeks and lay waste to their tiny ships.
They'll be dead to the last man.
My brothers, steady your heart,
look deep into your souls.
For your metal is to be tested this day.
Deep in the heat of battle,
You need a reason to fight on.
An idea... of which you'll give up... all you'll ever have.
You need only to look at the man who fights at your side.
This is the "why" of battle.
This is the brotherhood of men in arms.
An unbreakable bond made stronger by the crucible of combat.
You'll never be closer to them with those whom you shared your blood with.
For there is no nobler cause, than to fight
for those who'll lay down their life for you.
For you fight strong today.
You fight for your brothers.
Fight for your families.
Most of all, you fight for Greece.
There is only one thing to make sure of when the fighting starts.
What's that?
Don't get killed on the first day.
That goes for the rest of you.
The Persian ships are strong at the front.
But they are weak in the middle. We attack them there.
Now!
Ram them!
Reverse! Now!
Go through them.
The enemy's tactics are creative.
The defensive circle leaves no front for assault.
- We're losing. - No, you are losing.
Pull back. Let them have this day.
I'm bored with your failures Bandari.
I'll not let this wound slow me.
Somehow, I believe you.
My blade will be sharp and ready by the morning.
- Good. Tomorrow you'll fight alongside your father.
- Not bad for bunch of farmers. - And poets and sculptors.
Who'd know that a group of untrained men would
do so well against such conceivable adversary?
We are going to need all of our stength for tomorrow's fight.
How long do you think we can hold it?
If my plan is to work...
Long enough for the Spartans to unite Greece.
- Men! Who will share their wine with me?
- Report! - We're still tallying the losses.
But you must understand it is extremely difficult,
given the sea and the darkness to get an accu...
Report?
75 ships lost. 30 damaged beyond repair.
20 could return with a few weeks work in a safe harbour.
The commander of the Greek force is named Themistocles.
Yes, He is an Athenian general.
He's rumored to have loose the arrow that fell the great king Darius himself.
This Themistocles has shown himself to be quite brilliant in battle.
Which is more that I can say for any of you.
Do you gentlemen find my command unreasonable?
Is it too much to ask for victory?
Your disappointment in yesterday's losses is warranted.
My disappointment?
My disappointment is not with my losses.
A meager number of damaged ships and dead slaves means nothing to me. No.
My... disappointment...
Is in these men.
For though I stand among ten thousand,
I am alone.
I longed for a soul who'd stand by my side
Who'd I could trust.
Tell me General Kashani, Are you that man?
You will taste your victory by the day's end.
I will make certain of it.
I hope so.
Advance!
Now!
Got any sight of them?
- The Greeks are retreating. - He's got him right where he wants him.
Kashani is a fine tactician....
I was speaking of Themistocles.
Rocks!
No! Stop!
Brace yourselves.
- What are you doing here? - A man's responsibility is
to protect his family and his nation.
- Who told you this? - My father.
You see how Themistocles employs deceptions with such grace.
Why is it so much to ask for victory?
- How can i make am.. - Silence.
You will carry a massage for me.
Now they will fear us! Now they will fear the Greek men in arms.
He's right!
Fear the Greek fighting men. Fear his sword and shield.
Fear his love for mother Greece.
But most of all...
Fear his freedom.
Don't be angry with the boy.
- I took him under my command. - Anger is something I reserve for my enemies.
Themistocles!
Artemisia's ship is being anchored in neutral waters.
- She'd like to meet with Themistocles. - How can you gurantee his safe return?
Well boy, the only honor for her now will be when she watches your crushed
and broken fleet sink into the bottom of the Aegean.
And is able to recognize you
nailed to the mast of your ship with her sword
as you descent to a watery grave.
Why didn't you just say that to begin with?
Welcome to my humble barge.
We are honored by your presence.
Your barge and you are quite impressive.
Kind words...
Now come Themistocles, we've much to discuss.
Do you believe the Greeks have descended into gods?
I have heard some say that.
And what of you? Is there a god in your lineage?
My men say it so, and based on last two days of battle
I'd say there's a spark of the divine in you.
Now who's using kind words?
My men wants to say that it was you who slayed the good king Darius at the Marathon.
Many heroic deeds occured on that day.
It was 10 years ago.
The facts of battle are often false.
This deed you would remember.
I will do what I must to defend Greece.
And I'll do what I must to defeat her.
For every one Greek killed you must kill a thousand Persians.
For every ship I sink
you must sink a hundred.
I can sustain losses for weeks, months, if maybe...
My numbers will defeat you, and I will take your precious
boats with my sword and I'll take your Greek freedom.
You're asking me to negotiate a surrender?
No...
I offer you a chance to avoid such a misery and join me.
I'm in a need of a commander such as you.
Look at the defense you've mounted.
A handful of trawlings?
Leonidas with 300 Spartans?
It's insulting frankly that the mightiest empire the world has ever seen is made by this.
I don't blame you Themistocles.
You fought as if the blood of Poseidon himself was coursing through your veins.
No, I blame Greece.
Squabbling bureaucrats protecting their political hides
by sending you here to die.
And yet you still fight.
So there must be.....
What?
A family back home in Athens that...
compels you to battle with such a passion.
Truth is I have no time for family.
I've spent my entire adult's life with my one true love
the Greek fleet... and i've got one passion.
Readying it for you.
Now that brings me pleasure the thought of you hiding away from me
forsaking family and love
for the promise of deeper ecstasy.
The ecstasy of steel in flesh.
Death and knife.
And rage.... and sweat of muscle.
Of pure joy
and deepest sorrow.
Die with me tonight and be born again with me in the morning
You plunge your sword into the hearts of our enemies
You fight for freedom,
I offer freedom without consequence or responsibility.
Join me.
And by my side.
Breathe each breath with me as if it will be your last.
Join me.
No.
You're no god, you're just a man.
Be quick with your sword.
You'll not have your death tonight. Guards!
Remove this filth from my ship.
Well, what have you learned?
Can Artemisia be beaten?
The next time that we face her, she's going to bring all of hell with her.
Send in my personal guard.
- Pull back
- Retreat! - Retreat
Themistocles, in the water!
Archers, archers now.
Archers on deck now!
Quick!
Step inside. Fire at will!
Fight on, boy!
Fight on!
Aim for the man on top. Up there.
Abandon ship!
The dead have no guilt. No responsibility.
Themistocles watched the bodies of his men turn the Aegean red with blood.
Were they sacrifice for his ego?
Or to relieve the guilt of the long ago mistake at Marathon?
How many men would have been saved if Themistocles had killed that boy.
Not even his own soul can be sure.
My friend, we fights the odds.
Together.
Listen to me, Themistocles,
You'll have to fight with twice as much strength in the morning.
- We'll fight shoulder to shoulder.
- No, my son.
You will carry on for both of us.
What did he say?
I will tell you in time, boy.
Be quiet now.
God be with your father's spirit.
How many times do you think we'll repeat such a tragedy?
As many as times we must.
We are turning young men into memories.
Do you think I enjoy this?
Witnessing my friend's final breath.
Every widow that is made by my decision.
Every child who'll grow without a father.
They are my choices. This is the burden of my command.
- How easy is it to silence the strong and self destruct.
Let my army witness the great warriors of Sparta.
- March them past these corpses.
Let them see the cost of daring to challenge the god-king.
- King Leonidas and his brave 300
were the finest Greece has to offer.
There will be no saviors to rise up and vanquish us.
Nothing will stop the march of my empire.
- Your majesty...
You... take this dead king's sword to Athens.
Let them know that I am coming next for them.
Let them know... Athens, their prized jewel of a city.
Will disappear from the history.
Themistocles!
I bring word from Thermopylae.
Leonidas was betrayed by a hunchback. Spartans has been slaughtered.
The Hot Gates have fallen.
Such a sacrifice!
Now Greece has her martyr.
Daxos, take that message from the Hot Gates.
To every city, every village
and every countrymen hear your words. - But they are dead, all of them.
Sparta's sacrifice will be what unite us.
Now, go!
Move all our ships and men back to the safety of Salamis.
- And you?
I will take Daxos' message to Athens.
I was told that hunchback was accountable for the fall of the Hot Gates.
The he sold out his country.
All the criminals from his back and replace it for the Persian gold.
What is your name, traitor?
Ephialtes of Thrace.
I should wet this noble blade with your blood.
- You would be right to do so.
There is little beauty about me.
There is little beauty in what I have done.
Say what you must.
I beg of you.
And all the Athenians.
The god king will burn this city to the ground.
- Quiet yourself!
Leonidas and the Spartans' great sacrifice
was no defeat.
It was a beautiful victory.
This... simple act of valor
will allow us to rally each of our city states
and unite Greece. For one purpose.
Against one enemy.
And you, you take this message to your god-king,
We will take whatever ships we have left
and finish this in the bay of Salamis.
- But there will be death and destruction.
- Yes. There will be.
Themistocles.
I'm here to speak to your queen.
A warning, Athenian, you may not recieve a warm welcome.
May I offer my deepest sympathies.
I can not change what has happened to Leonidas.
But his sacrifice will not be forgotten.
Do not lecture me on sacrifice and be quick with your words, Athenian.
I request of you the entire Spartan navy.
Every man, every ship that you can spare.
Have I not given enough for your dream of a united Greece?
Shall I put swords in the hands of my son. Our children?
Would that please you?
Have I not given enough for your ambitions, Themistocles?
A King, husbands, fathers, brothers. Sparta will give no more.
This belongs with you.
Avenge him.
The oracle's words stood as a warning.
All of Greece will fall.
As persian fire reduces Athens to tinder.
For Athens is a pile of stone and wood and cloth and dust.
And as dust would vanish into the wind.
Only the Athenians themselves exist.
And the fate of the world hangs on their every syllable.
Only the Athenians exist.
And only stout wooden ships can save them.
Wooden Ships...
And the tidal wave of heroes' blood.
- The Greeks were fools to stand against us.
Leonidas and his pride were no match for the will of a god.
Themistocles was a worthless coward.
And now, this pathetic navy is barely worth our attention.
That worthless coward, had stood at my side, would've laid the world at you feet.
My king... your humble servant
brings you news. The Greek fleet are defendless.
Within the bay of Salamis, you need only to finish them.
Who commands their forces?
Themistocles of Athens.
Themistocles is dead.
He's alive. I have seen him myself...
Ready my troops and armour. We will attack at once.
Wisdom
would have a sent a probing force to confirm it is not a trap.
You'd dare to advise me in matters of war?
I am the god-king. I am the one who triumphed over Leonidas.
I am the one who laid waste of the showpiece of Athens.
I am your king.
Killing Leonidas and his men only made them martyrs.
And when you erase Athens,
you set fire to the only thing of value in this country.
I will attack the Greeks with my entire navy.
Artemisia, enough!
Do not forget who put the crown on your childish head
my king.
Now sit on your golden throne,
and watch this battle from the safety I provide you.
They're in the distance, we witness the destruction of Athens.
Alone we will face the monster that cast a shadow across our land.
I had prayed that the Spartans would come to lend a hand this morning.
Perhaps they feel they've given enough.
You've failed us all.
This is your fault, Themistocles.
Without the Spartans we are just farmhands.
We should've negotiated with the Persians when we had the chance.
You are all right.
Yes, we are down to a handful of boats.
And yes we are just farmhands.
We are tradesmen. We are boys.
Turned to men through the sacrifice and forged in combat.
I played a dangerous game and i lost.
If you choose to turn your back on me. On your country.
I will not judge you. You are free to leave.
You're still free men.
Very well.
Then let us put our shoulders to work
and free those ships from the bosom of Greece.
Today is a privilege to call our own
A story that would be told for a thousand years.
Let our final stand be recorded to the histories.
Let it be shown that we chose to die on our feet
rather than live on your knees.
There is only one thing you need to know today.
Not to get killed
No.
Your father's last words.
He told me you have earned the right to sit at the table.
Well my brother, I've no more tactics and tricks.
This will be the last battle that we share.
We have fought next to one another for as long as I can remember.
Nothing will please me more than to rest this sword.
- The preparations that I required? - Below deck.
Good.
Are you sure you want to commit everything? - Yes
Without Aretemisia's command the persian navy is nothing.
- We will never be able to reach her.
- I will reach her. And put an end to this.
There will be no room for a retreat.
I know.
Today the last Greek ships will be destroyed.
Show them no mercy! Give them no quarter!
Today we will dance across the backs of dead greeks.
Today we deliver submission.
Today, I wanna feel Themistocles throat beneath my boots.
Men! Brace yourselves.
Prepare for close quarters.
ATTACK!!!
Your father watches you!
Hold nothing back! Save your glory!
I'm not here as a witness!
Now!
And let them send their souls straight to hell.
You offer freedom without consequence and responsibility.
Are you accepting my offer?
My answer is still no.
You fight much harder than you fuck.
Surrender to me or meet your death.
Who do you fight, if not for me?
No one could chalenge your skill.
I would rather die a free man than as a slave.
Even if the chain was attached to you.
It begins as a whisper, a promise.
The lightest of breezes dances through the rigging as it
creaks above the death cries of ten thousand men.
It moves through her hair as gently as a lover's hand.
That breeze... that promise became a wind.
A wind that has blown across Greece carrying a message
told again and again of our lady freedom.
On how wise she was to charge Leonidas to lay all at her feet.
A wind my brothers have sacrificed.
A wind of freedom.
A wind of justice.
A wind of vengeance.
You're being surrounded. All of Greece has united against you.
Delphi, Thebes, Olympia, Arcadia and Sparta.
If death comes for me today, I am ready.
I could lower my sword.
There's still time for you to ready a launch and escape.
It would be a poor choice, to force my hand into action.
Now order your ships to disengage and surrender to me.
Surrender?
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