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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.
It is our 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 burned in our eyes,
before this bitter war forced our children to become men.
Ten years ago, this war began.
As all wars begin, with a greivance.
Marathon.
The Persian king Darius,
annoyed by the notion of Greek freedom,
has come to Greece to bring us to heel.
He makes landfall at the field of Marathon with an invading force
which outnumbers the Greek defenders 3 to 1.
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 mad strategy?
A little known Athenian soldier.
His men call him "Themistocles."
He gives Persians a taste of Athenian 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 worth it? 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.
[Xerxes] NO!
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 had made a mistake.
It was Darius' son, Xerxes.
His eyes had 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 a 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 advisors were summoned to his bed side,
none greater than his finest naval commander,
Artemisia.
Her furosity bested only by her beauty,
Her beauty matched only by her devotion to her king.
Darius favored Artemisia among his generals,
for she had 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 Greeks to their ways.
Only the gods can defeat them,
only the gods.
For 7 days Xerxes mourned, paralyzed by grief.
On the 8th day,
Artemisia whispered the seed of madness that would consume him.
Your father's words were not a warning,
but a challenge.
Only the gods can defeat the Greeks.
You will be a god king.
Artemisia gathered the priests, wizards & mystics from every corner of the empire.
They wrapped the young king in Sumerian gauze dipped in ancient potions.
And sent him to one of the deserts.
'Til, in a delirium of heat and thirst,
He stumbled upon a hermit's cave.
Xerxes passed the vacant eyes,
and empty souls of the hollow creatures that dwell in the dark corners
of all men's hearts.
And in that darkness,
he surrendered himself completely,
to power so evil, and perverse,
that, as he emerged, no part of a human man that 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.
[Xerxes and Artemesia] For glory's sake,
[Xerxes and Artemesia] For vengeance sake,
[Artemesia] War!
[Xerxes] 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' reason.
Coward!
Athens is a city of power!
Shut your cock up! -Shut your own!
I'll kill you! -Fuck the Spartans!
Fuck those muscle-bound boylovers!
Silence!
Silence, for the hero of Marathon!
This is a democracy, not a street fight!
The Persian attack will come from the both the north and the south.
- The city states should negotiate a truce. - Yes, yes, we must negotiate.
Negotiate 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 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?
Agras,
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 cities' ships.
He'll need our children to join the fight.
- And what of Sparta? - Send every ship that we have
to the northern coast of Evia.
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 into Sparta myself, and burn it to the ground.
Remember, when a king is loved as I am,
much can be accomplished.
They would be foolish to resist my divine power.
Athens is attempting to assemble a coalition.
It will be nothing more than a patchwork 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 others.
- Spartans. - Themistocles, you old snake,
what brings you to Sparta?
I've come to see Leonidas, to warn him that the Persians are on the march.
Well, you're too late. A Persian messenger
already presented his terms to Leonidas.
A symbolic offering of earth and water.
Spartan, know this, and know it well.
Today is Spartans' finest moment.
The greatest fulfillment 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 whilst watching real men train.
Queen Gogra, shouldn't you be training them to live at their king's side?
A new age is dawning, Gogra.
It won't be long before men rise up and shed the yoke of mysticism and tyranny,
That sounds like a threat. - No,
an opportunity to join the rest of free Greece and stand against a true tyrant.
Unless of course, you and Leonidas have already made a deal with Xerxes.
No terms were reached.
Xerxes's messenger was, he was rude, and lacked respect.
He didn't understand the same threats made at 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 this is no typical Greek city state.
This is Sparta.
So it was clear to the messenger, 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 Carne 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, Gogra, I will make sure that Xerxes
will wished he never crossed the Aegean.
You will receive no Spartan ships. We are not interested in a 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 to Sparta something that they can not refuse.
And what is that?
A beautiful Death.
They say you are the bravest of our captives.
They say you are 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,
the 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 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 aren't rough enough to work the rigging of this ship.
I know every single man beneath my lash. Can you explain to me,
how i know you?
Forgive me, Commander.
Let me introduce myself.
Cease the spy!
Coward.
The storm is upon us.
It's just some bad Greek weather.
Themistocles? - Come.
- Calisto, what is 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 of Xerxes' ships to the south.
Artemisia, I know of her.
Artemisia is murderous by trade with true skill on the sea.
and she has thirst for vengeance.
Rumors 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.
The story goes that they raped and murdered her entire family.
Then 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 found near death by a Persian himself.
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
Til 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.
She has sold her soul to Death himself.
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, he reminds me of you.
We will need every last man. Well, he's still just a boy.
Much younger have defended our country, father.
Enough!
You are a dreamer who will speak of this no more.
Themistocles, I have set your plan in motion
and my land force will be assembled by the second day.
You'll all be needed.
I can assure you of that.
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 the Carne Leonidas has marched to Thermopylae with just 300 men.
So the only thing standing between Athens, and total annihilation,
is Leonidas and 300 Spartans?
We will search out the veterans among them,
establish some order among the volunteers.
Good. We have little time to teach these farm hands strategy.
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 that you're here?
No, sir.
- And this shield and sword? - My grandfathers'.
My mother entrusted them to me morning.
- She gave you her blessing? - Yes, sir.
With a sharp blade, no less.
Your father is preparing a surprise raid going tomorrow.
I choose to fight here, now.
Come aboard my ship, that is where you will fight.
Yes, sir.
We have just over 50 ships.
Persian Force have reported a number in the thousands.
Those ships appear hardly seaworthy.
They're nothing like the monstrous ships of the Persian fleet.
Then we have the advantage. Speed and maneuverability.
Rest of the city states sent anywhere from a handful
to a single ship. Of course Athens supplied the Ballants.
We have a report that a small advance force of Persian ships
have taken refuge from a storm just across the strait.
If the weather breaks, we can 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 will sail out to meet to the main Persian fleet.
We'll attack them in the open water, with no shore to narrow the battle.
To attack a force of over a thousand ships
with our meager force is suicide.
Such is my plan.
Look at their excuse for a navy.
Their ships are little threat.
I need a second in command, Artimes.
And whoever proves their excellence, will earn their 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 will be dead to the last man.
My brothers, steady your hearts,
look deep into your souls,
for your mettle is to be tested this day.
If, in the heat of battle,
you need a reason to fight on,
an idea, that you will 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 never will be closer than with those whom you shed your blood with.
For there is no nobler cause than to fight for those
who will lay down their life for you.
For you'll fight strong today,
You fight for your brothers,
Fight for your families,
Most of all, you fight for Greece!
Then, 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!
ATTACK!
Round them!
Reverse! Now!
Go through them.
The enemy's tactics are creative.
The defensive circle leaves no front to assault.
- We are 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 will fight alongside your father.
- Not bad for bunch of farmers. - And poets, sculptors.
Who would've known a group of untrained men would do so well
against such a considerable adversary?
We're going to need all of our strength for tomorrow's fight.
How long do you think we can hold?
If my plan is to work,
long enough for the Spartans to unite Greece.
Hey! Who shall share their wine with me?
- Report! - We are still tallying the losses.
But you must understand
it is extremely difficult
given the sea and the darkness, to get them -
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 is rumored to have loosed the arrow that felled the great king Darius himself.
[Xerxes] NO!
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.
The 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 long for a soul who would stand by my side,
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!
Don't lose sight of them!
- The Greeks are retreating. - He's got him right where he wants him.
Kashani is a fine tactition....
I was speaking of Themistocles.
Rocks!
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 is it so much to ask for victory?
- How can i make amends- - Silence.
You will carry a massage for me.
Now they will fear us! Now they will fear the Greek men at arms!
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 get angry with the boy.
I took him under my command.
Anger is somthing 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 guarantee his safe return?
Well, boy,
the only honor for her now will be when she watches your crushed,
and broken fleet sinking to the bottom 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 are honored by your presence.
Your "barge" and you, are quite impressive.
Kind words.
Now come Themistocles, We have much to discuss.
Do you believe the Greeks are descended from the gods?
I have heard some say that.
And what of you? Is there a god in your lineage?
My men say so, and, based on the last 2 days' battle,
I'd say there's a spark of the divine in you.
Now who's using kind words?
My men also say that it was you who slayed the good king Darius at Marathon.
Many heroic deeds occurred on that day.
It was 10 years ago,
and facts of battle are often embellished.
This deed you would remember.
I do what i must to defend Greece.
And I 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 could sustain losses for weeks, months, if need be.
My numbers will defeat you. And I will take your precious
boats with my sword. I will take your Greek freedom.
Are you asking me to negotiate a surrender?
No.
I offer you a chance to avoid such misery and join me.
I'm in need of a commander such as you.
Look at the defense you've mounted.
A handful of dry rings, Leonidas with 300 Spartans.
It's insulting, frankly, that the mightiest empire the world has ever seen is met 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.
The squabbling bureaucrats protecting their political hides,
while 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've had no time for family.
I have spent my entire adult life with my one true love:
The Greek Fleet. My one passion:
readying it for you.
Now that it brings me pleasure, the thought of you hiding away from view,
forsaking family and love,
for the promise of a deeper ecstasy.
The ecstasy of steel and flesh,
Death and life,
of rage, and sweat of muscle,
of pure joy,
and deepest sorrow.
Dine with me each night and be born again with me each morning.
We could 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 were 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 on deck now!
Starboard side!
Fire at will!
Fight on, boy, fight on!
Aim for the men on top. Up there!
Abandon ship!
The dead have no guilt, no responsibility
Themistocles watched as the bodies of his men turned 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 faced the odds,
together.
Listen to me, Themistocles,
you will have to find twice as much strength in the morning.
- We will 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.
Quiet now.
Go and be with your father's spirit.
How many times do you think we will 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-disciplined.
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 vanguish us.
Nothing will stop the march of my empire.
[Ephialtes] 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 prize jewel of a city,
will disappear from the histories.
Themistocles!
I bring word from Thermopylae.
Leonidas was betrayed by a hunchback. The Spartans have been slaughtered.
The Hot Gates are falling.
Such a sacrifice.
Now Greece has her martyr.
Daxos, take that message from the Hot Gates,
let every city, every village, and every countrymen.
- hear your words. - But they are dead, all of them.
Sparta's sacrifice will be what unites all of us.
Now, go!
Move all of our ships and men back to the safety of Salemus.
- And you? - I will take Daxos' message to Athens.
I was told a hunchback was accountable for the fall of the Hot Gates,
that he sold out his country,
pulled the crimson from his back, and replaced it with Persian gold.
What is your name, traitor?
Ephialtes of Trachis.
I should wet this noble blade with your blood.
It would be right to do so.
There is little beauty about me.
There is a little beauty in what I have done.
Say what you must.
I beg of you,
and all of Athens,
the god king will burn this city to the ground!
What does he mean?
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 will take this message to your god king,
"We will take whatever ships we have left
and finish this in bay of Salamis."
- But there will be death and destruction! - Yes,
there will be.
Themistocles.
I'm here to speak to your queen.
I'm warning you, 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 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.
[Xerxes] The Greeks were fools to stand against us.
Leonidas and his pride were no match for the will of a god.
Themistocles, was it? Worthless coward.
Now, his pathetic navy is barely worth recognition.
If that "worthless coward" had stood at my side, we would've laid the world at your feet.
My king, your humble servant brings you news:
The Greek fleet are defenseless
within the bay of Salamis, you need only to finish them.
Who commands their forces?
Themistocles of Athens.
Themistocles is dead.
He is alive, I have seen him myself.
Ready my troops and armor. We will attack at once.
Wisdom
would have us send a probing force to confirm it's not a trap.
You would 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 to this show piece of Athens.
I am your king.
Killing Leonidas and his men only made them martyrs.
And when you razed Athens,
you set fire to the only thing of value in this country.
We 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.
There 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 have given enough.
You've 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.
Yes, we are just farmhands,
we are tradesmen, we are boys,
turned to men through the sacrifice,
forge of 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 are 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 will 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 that you've earned the right to sit at the table.
Well my brother, we have 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 that you want to commit everything? - Yes.
Without Artemisia'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 want to feel Themistocles' throat beneath my boots.
Men! Brace yourselves!
Prepare for close quarters!
ATTACK!
Your father watches you!
Hold nothing back!
Seize your glory!
I'm not here as a witness!
Now!
Let them send our souls straight to hell!
You offered 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 would you fight, if not for me?
No one could challenge your skill.
I would rather die a free man than as a slave.
Even as 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.
And how wise she was to charge Leonidas to lay all at her feet.
A wind, my brothers, of sacrifice,
a wind of freedom,
a wind of justice,
a wind of vengeance.
You are being surrounded. All of Greece has united against you.
Delphi, Thebes, Olympia, Arcadia, and Sparta.
If death comes for me today, I'm ready.
I could lower my sword.
There is 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 disengage and surrender to me.
Surrender?
-Subtitles created by THIWANKA, heavily modified and corrected by phakemonn-