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 is 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 you 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 grievance.
Marathon.
The Persian king - Darius
annoyed by the notion of Greek freedom,
has come to Greece to bring us to heel.
He makes land full 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
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 mass 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 on 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.
No...!
A moment that would make Themistocles a legend.
Yet even as the praise and glory was heaped upon him,
Themistocles knew in his heart he had made a mistake.
It was Darius' son, Xerxes.
His eyes have the stake 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 as 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.
Father's words are not a warning
but a challenge.
"Only the gods can defeat the Greeks?"
You'll be a God-King.
Artemisia gathered the priests, wizards and mystics from every corner of the empire.
They wrapped the young king in Sumerian gores dipped in ancient potions
and set him to one of the desert.
To end of delirium of heat and thirst,
he stumbled upon a hermit's cave.
Xerxes passed the vacant eyes
and empty souls, the hollowed creatures that dwelled in the dark corners
of all man's hearts.
And in that darkness,
he surrendered himself completely
to power so evil and perverse.
As he emerged...no part of a human man was Xerxes survived.
His eyes blaze like scarlet coals.
He was stripped, cleansed, glamorous and smooth.
Xerxes was reborn a god.
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 had raised 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 vengence 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 coward! - Shut your cockhole!
- Shut your own! - I'll kill you, Spartans! - ( indistinct squabbling )
- 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 with 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 had 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 the 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?
Argus...
Corinth, Megara, Athens...
not even Sparta can match the Persians alone.
We must persevere as one nation
or we'll perish clinging on to our own self interests.
Send us the ships that we need to defend Greece.
Themistocles would need more than our city's ships.
He'll need our children to join the fight.
- And what of Sparta? - We send every ship that we have,
to the northern coast of Euboea.
I'll 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 will be forced to resist my divine power.
Athens is attempting to assemble a coalition.
It will be nothing more than a patched work of ships.
Once these waters have been traversed, I'll need my force across the land.
How we'll remind the cowards of Greece, that we have not forgotten their insolence.
Rest one of the horses. It's best I go alone.
Spartans don't get along well with others.
- Spartans... - Themistocles...
You were a snake... What brings you to Sparta?
I've come to see Leonidas to warn him the Persians are on the march.
Well you're too late. Persian messenger already presented these terms to Leonidas.
A 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's willing to die at our king's side?
Themistocles...
You've come a long way to stroke your cock while watching real men train.
Queen Gorgo, shouldn't you be training them to live at their king's side?
A new age is dawning, Gorgo.
One that before long men rise up and shatter the yokels' of mysticism and 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 had 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 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.
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're 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 in her wisdom,
has chosen you to defend her.
My Queen...
Will Sparta join our fight?
Apparently the Persians have offered the Spartans something they cannot refuse.
And what is that?
A beautiful death.
They say you're the bravest among captains.
They say you're a whore from the eastern seas.
You're 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 about our master and the much feared Spartans?
There is nothing to fear.
Only King Leonidas and his personal guard of 300
are 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.
That could've been just a 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 to rigging of the ship.
I know every single man beneath my lash. 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 - What 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 woman 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.
Rumors are her entire family was murdered by a squad of Greek Hoplites.
I've heard all the stories.
The Hoplites spared no one on that day.
The story goes that they raped and murdered her entire family.
When they turned their attention towards her...
After years of being kept in the bowels of a Greek slave ship,
she was discarded and left for dead.
where she was found near death by a Persian emissary.
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 for 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.
Some could say that I've sold mine to Greece.
- What do you think? - Me?
Yes, you're the future of this country.
I am ready to fight.
I like him...reminds me of you.
- We will need every last man. - He's still just a boy.
Much younger had defended our country, father.
Enough!
You're a dreamer who speak of this no more.
Themistocles, I've set your plan in motion and
my land force will be assembled by the second day.
You won't be needing it,
I can assure you of that.
Now there's 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,
that means 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 the army.
Establish an order around the volunteers.
Good. There's little time to teach these farmers strategies.
Just keep them well fed...
and sober.
Anything else?
It wouldn't hurt if they could swing a sword.
Well, I'll be damned!
- Shit! - Does your father know you're here?
No, sir.
- And the shield and sword? - My grandfathers'.
My mother entrusted them to me this morning.
- And she gave you her blessing? - Yes, sir.
What a sharp blade none the less.
Your father is preparing a surprise raid early tomorrow.
I choose to fight here, now.
Come aboard my ship and that's where you'll fight.
Yes, sir.
We'll sail with 50 ships...
the Persian forces upon us numbered in the thousands.
Those ships appear hardly sea-worthy.
There're nothing like the monstrous ships of the Persian fleet.
Then we have the advantage. Speed and maneuverability.
The rest of the City States is sending any where from a handful to a single ship
of course Athen supplies the balance.
We have report that a small advanced force of Persian ships
are taking refuge from a storm just across the strait.
If there's breaks, we could hit them at dawn.
An early Greek victory...
the gods have given us an opportunity to wound
the Persians and strengthen Greek morale.
Attempting distraction. We'll stick to the battle plan.
Today at sundown we'll sail out to meet
the main Persian fleet.
We'll attack them in the open water with no shore to narrow the battle.
To attack a force over a thousand ships with our meager force is suicide.
Such is my plan.
Look at their excuse for a navy.
Their ships are of little threat.
I need a second in command, Achmenes.
And whoever proves their excellence will own place beside me.
General Bandari has offered to lead the first attack.
Bandari !
- Commander? - I'll 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 hearts,
Look deep into your souls.
For we are meant to be tested this day.
If in the heat of battle,
you need a reason to fight on...
an idea...which you wouldn't give up, all that 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 and arms.
An unbreakable bond made stronger by the crucible of combat.
You'll never be closer with those who shed your blood with.
For there's no nobler cause than to fight for those
who'll lay down their lives for you.
You fight strong today.
You fight for your brothers.
Fight for your families.
Most of all, you fight for Greece.
Hey! There's 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're 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're 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 a bunch of farmers. - And poets and sculptors.
Who would've known that a group of untrained men would
do so well against such a considerable adversary.
We're gonna need all of our strength for tomorrow's fight.
How long do you think we can hold them?
If my plan is to work...
long enough for the Spartans to unite Greece.
Man, who'll share their wine with me?
- Report! - We're still tallying the losses
but you must understand, it's extremely difficult,
given the sea and the darkness...
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 than 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
one I can trust.
Tell me General Kashani, are you that man?
You'll taste your victory by the day's end.
I'll make certain of it.
I hope so.
Advance!
Now!
Don't lose sight of them!
- The Greeks are retreating. - He has got him right where he wants him.
Kashani is a fine tactician....
Well, speaking of Themistocles...
Rocks!
Stop! Stop! 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 deception with such grace?
Why's it so much to ask for victory?
- How can I make a... - Silence.
You will carry a massage for me.
Now they will fear us! Now they will fear the Greeks!
He's right!
Fear the Greek fighting men. Fear his sword , his 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 watching 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 descend to a watery grave.
Why didn't you just say that to begin with?
Welcome to my humble barge.
We're 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 are descendants from the gods?
I've heard some said that.
And what of you? Is there a god in your lineage?
My men said so based on last two days' battle.
I'd say that's the spoken of a divine in you.
Now who's using kind words.
My men used to say that it was you who slayed the good King Darius at Marathon.
Many heroic deeds occured on that day.
It was 10 years ago.
The facts of battle are often embellished.
This deed you would remember.
I'll 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 need be.
My numbers will defeat you, and I'll 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 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, you're the mightiest empire the world has ever seen and my point is...
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 hives
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 passion?
The truth is I have no time for family.
I've spent my entire adult life with my one true love...
the Greek fleet... my only passion...
readying it for you.
Now that brings me pleasure the thought of you pining away for me,
forsaking family and love
for the promise of a 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 each night and be born again with me each morning.
You plunge your sword into the hearts of our enemies,
you fight for freedom,
I offer freedom without consequence or responsibility.
Join me,
at my side.
Breathe each breath with me as if it'll 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've 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 as bodies of his men turn the Aegean red with blood.
Were they sacrificed 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 fight 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'll 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 times as we must.
We're turning young men into memories.
Do you think I enjoy this?
Witnessing my friend's final breath.
Every widow that was made by my decision.
Every child who'll grow without a father.
They're my choices. This is the burden of my command.
How easy it is to silence the strong and self-restrict.
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'll 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 the city
will disappear from the history.
Themistocles!
I bring word from Thermopylae.
Leonidas was betrayed by a hunchback. The Spartans have 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 countryman hear your words. - But they're 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'll take Daxos' message to Athens.
I was told that a hunchback was accountable for the fall of the Hot Gates,
As he sold out his country...
pulled the crimson from his back and replaced it for the Persian gold.
What is your name, traitor?
Ephialtes of Thrace.
I should wet this noble blade with your blood.
You'll be right to do so.
There's little beauty about me.
There's little beauty in what I've done.
Say what you must.
I beg of you
and all of Athens,
the God King will burn this city to the ground.
Quiet yourself!
Leonidas and Sparta's 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'll take whatever ships we've left
and finish this in the bay of Salamis.
But there'll be death and destruction.
Yes. There'll be.
Themistocles.
I'm here to speak to your queen.
A warning, Athenian, you may not receive a warm welcome.
May I offer my deepest sympathies.
I cannot 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 cinder.
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 was barely worth our attention.
That worthless coward, had (he) stood at my side, (we) would have laid the world at you feet.
My king... your humble servant
brings you news. The Greek fleet are within the bay of Salamis
completely defenseless, 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 armor. We'll attack at once.
Wisdom
would have sent a probing force to confirm it's not a trap.
You'd dare to advise me in matters of war?
I'm the God King. I'm 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
but when you erase Athens,
you set fire to the only thing they value in this country.
I'll 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.
There in the distance, we'd miss the destruction of Athens.
Alone we'll face the monster that cast a shadow across our land.
I had prayed that the Spartans would come to lend their hands this morning.
Perhaps they feel they've given enough.
You failed us all.
This is your fault, Themistocles.
Without Spartans we're 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're just farmhands.
We're tradesmen. We're boys
turned to men through the sacrifice and forge of combat.
I played a dangerous game and I lost!
If you choose to turn your back on me, on your country,
I'll not judge you. You're 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 our 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've 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've 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 that you want to commit everything? - Yes
Without Aretemisia's command the Persian navy is nothing.
We'll never be able to reach her.
I'll reach her... and put an end to this.
There'll 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!
Let them send their souls straight to hell.
You offer freedom without consequence or 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 challenge 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 breeze dances through the rigging as it
creeks above the death graves of ten thousand men.
It moves through her hair as gently as a lover's hand.
That breeze... that promise became wind.
A wind that has blown across Greece carrying a message,
told again and again of our lady freedom.
And 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 is still time for you to ready and launch an escape.
It would be a poor choice, to force my hand into action.
Now order your ships to disengage and surrender to me.
Surrender?
sub redone by Lweka Credit goes to: 1st THIWANKA and 2nd Ucalien