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 This is when it came in.  In this case, "Die" Morion.

   Black Sea {mF Duel.}

   I sailed us through Bosphorus.  After visiting Cypris, the island, and
seeing the light of my Mother shine down.  As promised, by my Grandafter.
{See?} He's always right.  But I had heard of this Black Sea, and spotted
another ship.  A strange one, unlike I had ever seen.  I called the men, to
ask if they recognized it, or their flag.  The Allemander, Rulphes said,
"Switzeredes." Then mentioned they may have come down the Danube.  As he
had, "You have not seen their ships, because they have no navies.  They are
landlocked, high in the mountains, but trade with my people." The
Pruissedes.

   The Napolites talked to him, yes, they had heard of them as well, but
not seen their flag.  "Alpinetti," they called them.

   "Launch my boat, and retreat.  Tunizo," I waved, "Take the Oar." Also a
rudder, mounted in back so I could handle the sail, and the rigging.  Very
light and fast, but with a strong Aphrykan at the oar, also maneuverable
even becalmed.  We had good wind, so he bent to the rudder, even as we
heeled on the keel, overtaking the wind by the telltales, and roping the
handle to the rail when even he wasn't strong enough to hold it.  They even
furled sails, so I waited, heeled over not as fast to coast with the wind
behind us, then dropped the sail to bring it in while Tunizo paddled us in.

   "What kind of Ship is this?" They talked back and forth.  "Latine Loqui?
Parsi?  Anglexes?"

   "Anglix, yes."

   "Good, what sort of ship is this?"

   "Caravel, and we do not recognize your boat."

   "Tunizo, throw up a line that I may check out their Caravel.  Would you
like to send someone down to see my boat?"

   "It is very fast," he waved an engineer over.

   "My Allemondes crewman says you fly the flag of the Switzeren?"

   "Suisse," he nodded.  "You speak Latanisx?" I nodded, "The captain
speaks Latan," he turned, and said something to a crewman, sent him to
fetch him.

   From the cabin, I stop, froze, and "Huh?"

   "One day, you will meet a woman, and She better be the meanest Bitch on
the seven seas!  She will bear you a daughter, you will name her Morion. 
After your sister, she will inherit the fleet."

   "Your Kaputan, is a woman?"

   "Yes, Milna Alberich.  Daughter of the Lord Alberich of Bern."

   I blinked, she was tall.  I had grown, as much as I ever would, but she
looked down, her hair in coils like my mother's, but bright as gold in the
sunlight.  Her kap had a matching plume of feathers, in a comb like the
Hopletes, but over a strange brim, pointed front and back.  Curved like the
horns of the moon.

   "Who're you?" She squinted down.

   "Marino de Pori,"

   She held up her hand, "Throw him overboard."

   "Wait!  Nhr, reLEASE me, HRRAUGH!"

   All right...

   "Ghn!" one smashed face down to the deck, so I released his arm from
it's twist, and stepped over to pull the other, tripping him over the
first, and turning to throw his head into the rail.

   She turned back.  Impressed, nodded.  "I heard of you, Porinen.  You are
pirates, like the Corsairs.  Now get off My ship."

   "Trial by combat, you have this?"

   She reached back, snapped, said something.  "Doppelhohnderen." Held her
finger, crossed over her thumb.  I do not know this sign, but he nodded and
ran off.

   "Who is your champion?"

   "I am," she lifted her helmet, pulled out a strap, and tied it on.  "I
have heard, of your Island, and the woman who commands it.  I was going to
sail there to meet her."

   "Minana." I nodded, "She is dead."

   "I had not heard."

   "Of course not," we didn't let that out.  "My sister carries on Her
legacy." That is immortal, they have heard far and wide that Nemesis is
with us.  You can't buy that kind of advantage.

   He came back with 2.  Greatswords "I know you barbarians still practice
trial by combat, but in Bern, we duel."

   "I have been to Rome, Naples, Venice, and Ravenna," I nodded, "I know
the practice."

   "Good, now let's see if you can handle a sword." It was like an Estoq,
but half sharpened, and had a second set of quilions at the riccasso.  I
pulled it, held it cruciform, as my mother taught me.  Stepped back, my leg
out straight.  They laughed.  "He doesn't even know how to hold it!"

   "Hruh!" Two handed, high over her head, she brought it down, swinging to
the side with all it's weight.

   I spun around, stepped back so as not to lose my grip completely. 
"HaighAH!"

   WHNG!  she switched grips, halfswords, so I sidestepped, and caught the
riccasso with the quilions, and the grip.  Catching the pommel, I twisted
so the blade swung back, and also got a good rap to her knuckles.

   "Augh!" She punched me!  Brutally with the pommel, and turned, the blade
sweeping like a scythe, and coming around.

   .

   .

   I planted my blade, flipped over it, gripping the quilions, and flipping
over her blade, releasing just as it struck the riccasso, sweeping it to
tumble and slide across the deck, then I caught her arms.  With my legs,
she kept turning with the follow-through, but over extended.  She couldn't
pull back, or support my weight, so fell.  In top of me, my back to her
sword pinning it.  I gripped the slashed bloused shoulders of her doublet
before she could let go, and threw her, back over me.

   Heavy woman, "Ugh?" She tumbled, she needs to learn to roll, but I
continued back, off her sword so she'd have to go around me.

   "Chevalfikken!" She was getting up, but I was already turning on one
heel, bringing the other around to dent the side of her helmet, and knock
her unconscious.

   "Huh hh, h." I let my shoulders relax, stood, straightened, and
stretched, twisting my neck.  "Put down your arms, So I don't have to beat
all of you." In Anglese, so the man could translate for me.  Heard the
waves speed up, lapping against the hull.  Felt them through the deck with
my toes, and let the breath out through my nose.  "Hn."

   "I did not, we thought surely, the stories could not be true!"

   "Well," I pointed, "That's what she came to find out?" They nodded, to
eachother as he translated.  "Haul up my boat, I'll show you." The English
speaker also happened to be navigator/cartographer, so he showed me the
maps, so I could show him the best way to Pori.  Until she woke up, and
joined us in the cabin.

   "What did you hit me with?" She held up the helmet, pulling at her
golden curls.

   "My foot."

   Her man nodded, said something to the effect of "I saw it."

   She turned it, to stare, mouth as wide as her eyes at the dent.  "And
you can still stand?" I was barefoot, showed her.

   "Not even a bruise.  You may find this hard to believe, but I have the
blood of a Titaness." She shook her head, "Flowing in my veins." {Not to
mention Chaos in your spirit.} I was not going to.  {That's my Boy, but
remember, you are not that fast.  Neither was your mother.} Point taken. 
{So anyway, that wasn't all you.  I took over the moment your feet left the
deck, so she didn't cut you in half like a green sapling.} She could have.
{Yes, I approve your choice, and so would your mother.}

   "No," she held up her hand, "I believe you."

   "What kind of helmet is that?" cast aside on the map-table.  She looked
back, "The Morion?" She nodded, "They are popular now, in London, Portu,
Berlin, und Vienna."

   .., you will name her, "Morion," I grinned, "What a lovely name." I can
almost remember it, like a vision, from the night my mother died.  I can
see the Prophecy, unfolding before me.  It is, a strange feeling.  {It
always is.} I take the word of Chaos.

   ;

   Milna {FM Woo.}

   He moved to kiss me, while I was rubbing the knot on my head.  I pushed
him back, "I am married."

   "Leave us," over his shoulder to Mramor.  "NOW!" I nodded, and he
withdrew to the deck.  "Your people, do not take Seutori when you are wed?"

   Shake my head, it still aches.

   "I am a Baronessa, und Marquessa."

   Which is it?

   "My father is Baron Alberich, my husband a Margreve di Pechet." {Eastern
Budapest.} "The Barony takes precedence over the Margrave, and I may
inherit on my father's death, but the point is, I am noble.  We do not mix
blood."

   "Hh, {That weakens it, you know?}" His voice changed?  "Inbreeding is
what causes the traits like Albinism, which runs in your family, and
ultimately gave them the name Alberich." How does he know my family
history? "Breeding between peoples combines our strengths." His Latin even
became much better, more refined like a native of Rome as well.  "Does your
father, or husband know that you fight, as a man?"

   I shook my head, "Hh, it was an arranged marriage." Nodded, held it in
my hands, "I do not love him, but:" I have, obligations.

   "He does not Know you.  You cannot love, this way.  I understand you, my
mother, and now my sister, Queens of Pori take many husbands, and have
children with all of them.  This makes our people stronger, not weaker." I
have to admit, he did demonstrate that.  "Besides, they are back in Melnik,
and Bern, right?"

   Yes, but, "Apup!" He held up his hand, and I shook my head, "They don't
know about your fighting.  They need not know about this."

   "They have men, here who report to them." And my husband is jealous,
especially when I am at sea.  I told him, I wanted to see the seas, as much
to get away from him as be able to fight, and meet the infamous Nemesis of
the Porinen.  The queen of whores, and here, now was her son!?

   "Spies," he spat, "Are they their men, or yours?"

   "My father;"

   "Your father is not here," he grinned, "Neither is your husband." He
kissed me, quickly.  "Now, I am here.  And you can't tell me you are not,
excited by our duel." I blushed?  I haven't blushed like a little girl,
since.  Well, I was a very little girl!

   I shook my head, from the moment his legs wrapped around my arms, and
held them, my sword trapped under him so I couldn't twist it with the
quilions pinned to the deck.  Then, he threw me off, my fingers numb from
slapping the boards, but I blinked, shook my head again.

   "h," he is strong.  Small, and dark, and young, but strong.  And fast, I
have never seen anyone move that fast.  He threw 2 of my father's best men
around like children, and the men do not know that is how I beat them.  Not
by being stronger, but being faster.  Fast enough to beat them to the
strike, with Doppehander, Halberd, or sword, and shield.  "Hmh!"

   He pulls back, and his eyes are so dark, I can see the blue of mine in
them.  Stretched out like the sky, until I take his head in my hands, his
black curls in my fingers, and his mouth back in mine.  "SnhH!" He backs,
to the door, and I feel for the handle.  Twist it to push him back to my
bed.

   "No," he falls back, "I can't say that." I pulled at my doublet.  He
woke me up anyway.  It's about time I went back to bed.

   I have never had a man, make love to me that way.  I am a woman, I have
had affairs, even before I married.  But never, have I had one such as
this! Never have I fallen in love so quickly.  It even helped my headache.

   Marino touPori {MDF Poss}

   God, her midriff.  Feels familiar?  I felt my love rising.  Her muscles,
are like my mothers?

   {Not my doing, but yes.  There is a lot of definition in her obliques
especially.  I would think from the way she swings that sword.  From the
hips, you probably couldn't see her shoulders through the doublet, but that
is where her power and speed comes from.  This is why all the definition is
in the sides, and not up the middle.  Like your mother's, her twisting, and
spinning with heavy nets, and the mace handle of her whip.} I never noticed
the same in mine.  {You have shoulders, not hips.  Why you can't kick as
hard, either.}

   "Yes," she smiled kissed me.  I felt back down to the tight lines of
muscle between her hips.  Her broad hips, as her legs relaxed under my
forearms, and she took me within her again.  "Hh!" She lay back, her large
breasts, without so much as a line under them heaving with her breath. 
"Huh!" Deep and throaty.  Finally, they bulged down, but I felt her muscles
between her hips, the taut flexing, I'd rather watch her chest, heave, and
feel her hips flexing.  "Hoah!" The creases appear, and disappear with the
weight of her rutting.  Her strong thighs, as strong as any man I have
fought, yet still shaped womanly.  Her broad muscular childbearing hips,
her pale reddish nipples, tiny and hard.  Finally I felt them, bouncing
between my fingertips.  Pinched them, so hard, she has not yet had a child.
Morion, will be her first.  My first, the first in a new union between our
bloodlines, and she will be stronger for it.

   "Uh!" My eyes tightened, "HUH!" I relaxed, but she kept rutting until I
fell soft out of her.

   "Huhn" she fell, panting next to me.  I felt, down her spasming muscles,
the lines flexing, coming together under the golden curls of her beard. 
The dampness of her sweat, then the deeper wetness.  "Hm?"

   "I haven't satisfied you yet," Her eyes closed, and my fingers slipped
over her lips, between them, and into her.

   Pap, "Ngh!" I slapped her bead with my palm again, again, and again. 
Pap pap, "Uh huh!" Pap papaPapPapPap!  "Uhn eah huh HUH!" Until she was
spasming again, then more until she clamped my hand in her hard powerful
thighs.  The tendons almost biting into my fingers, so I kept flapping with
the fingers within her.  "HahauhAUH!" She grabbed my wrist to pull my hand
out, and just held it, 2 handed.  I could feel her sword callouses while
she spasmed, and tried to gasp, until she finally could, and panted until
it was over.

   And I loved her, at first sight.  Enough to feel it, wash over me like
an orgasm.  But a different kind of climax, just from feeling her's again
and again.  "Hm!  You are satisfied?"

   "Hmn!" She looked up, nodded, then grabbed my face.  Kissing me,
ravenously until we finally passed out, together.

   WHEW!  She fell back, shuddering, and I felt the numb tingling fade from
my throat to the tip of her tongue.  Her spasming shook harder, I held on,
but her body arched back, clawing at the covers, and flailing back and
forth.  Breathless, grunting, and I remembered.  A lifetime ago, the Slaver
pulling back her lips.  "She has all her teeth," then forcing her down, his
mouth over hers to muffle her screams, choking her until she ached for air,
then his breath into her.  The tingling numbness, before she passed out. 
The first time he raped her.

   "Hello." She blinked up at me.  "Welcome to the family."

   "Milna?" I held her head, but she shook it.

   "She's still passed out.  Call me her wedding present, if she's going to
elope with you, I better take care of her, and your child."

   I gasped, "Chaos!"

   "You knew we wouldn't be together forever, kid.  Right now, they need me
more than you.  Remember, this means you can't dodge and parry volleys of
shot any more." I nodded, blinked back tears.

   She blinked, "Oh!" Held me.  "Marino, I can, I can not go back to my
husband after this!"

   "We," I kissed her, "Are equals.  Got it?" She nodded, pale blue eyes
fixed to mine by the light of the sea streaming in the back windows.  "You
are mine, and I am yours.  I was Regent, of Pori.  Until my sister was old
enough to take over as Queen.  But after her, You will be queen, and after
you, our daughter will be." God her hips!  And the muscles between them, I
fell even more in love with that!  "Roll over." Her back too!

   "{Latissimus dorsi,}"

   She nodded, "Mhhh!" I dug my thumbs in.  I have to tell you, there is
nothing on the world like a woman as strong as a man.  {No, you don't.  I
love them too.}

   "You have not had children?" Though not a virgin.

   "No, Uhn!" A lot of tension there, I moved my other thumb over to pinch
and rub it out.  "Mhhhh." She sighed.  "My husband, has Heirs and Hmh! 
Yes, that feels better." I moved back to feel both sides.  Gleefully, "He,
has been having troubles.  I do not know that he can still father."

   "He is older."

   "43."

   "And you?"

   "26."

   "So, he hasn't gotten you pregnant, but you have, loved."

   "He loved me, or he said it was so, but he barely speaks our languages,
and we haven't spoken to eachother for years.  He married me to get into
the Suisse confederation, or share in our wealth."

   "One of those marriages."

   "Yes."

   "How long have you been married?"

   "Almost 8 years." So, when she was 17, {At best 18.} You know her family
history.  {I know more than you want to where they came from.  The first
Baron was from Transylvania, and his name was Tremandis Melanui.  They
don't speak that name any more.  Haven't heard anything from them for
centuries, I doubt there are any survivors of that line, so she must be a
distant niece of the Alberesh.  Not the Tepesh, nor Bathori, so be
grateful.} Why?  {Reasons you don't want to know.  It's remotely possible
your child will be completely blond.  If she has that blond.}

   Let's just not say that it was convenient that the Vampire myths changed
to Blood instead of Breath, and call it a century.

   ;

   Milna-to-Pori {F=M Ship Roma.}

   {v: Stimboli ) Bosphoros ( Islambol }

   {* Period Greek)and(Turkish, respectively.}

   {Queen - "One Year of Love" (A Kind of Magic) }

   {If I'm boring you, the reader, find the back button.}

   {Pretty much goes on like this to the end, I lap this stuff up.}

   So, I basically ran-away to Pori, with Our love, Marino.  The pirate
prince, who told everyone we're going to meet the Pirate Queen, his sister.
"What is her name?"

   "Marina TouPori." Made sense.  He told me his stories, and his mother's,
so many times they were almost memories.  So that when we finally returned,
and I felt the rock, steady under my feet, it smelled familiar.  Like I
always imagined.  { ; ) }

   By then, I was Very pregnant, but first we had to make it to the
Bosphorus, and I'm sure whatever spies my father had onboard got off at
Stimbolis Byzanteon, when we exchanged crews to make it back to him.  Have
a nice trip, by the time you get there will be far too late to do anything
about it.  My Herzog had a riverfleet, used to have 3 Caravels, one of the
others as in die nordSee, headded to Finnlud last I heard.  Mine Vader was
buried in the Alps.  Ja, he can pull some strings in Napels, and that would
take a while, but his Family has been building a fleet to fight the
Venifzen for 3/4 of a century, so again.  By the time they get back to us,
we'll be ready.

   To me, to everyone else, was merely a Greek crewmember, and obviously
Our love.  To translate if we ever ran into any Greeks.  Read about them,
of course, first one I had ever met.  He explained what happened to them
after the fall of Greece.  Genocide, read about it, his family was Born of
it.

   I also learned Rigging.  From my Riggers, while he was asleep, I
appointed him shift commander for the riggers, for which he was the best
qualified.  I'm sure Zsolt found work on another vessel in Istanbul, hope
you make it back to Budapescht all right.  For all I know, he was my
husband's spy the whole time.

   "To be honest, I hated being a Duchess.  It's terribly boring, we
basically sat around, protected by walls, and Landsknechts, waiting for
something to talk about, and having affairs, for something to talk about.
Huhn!"

   "But keeping the family pure?"

   "Yes, there are so many ways to love without having children."

   He nodded, "And you have tried them."

   "Most of them, the bind is not a lot of fun."

   "It's not bad once you get used to it."

   "Tell me that when you try it on the receiving end."

   "I have, it's the only way a man can be fucked.  You just need someone
who knows how to do it."

   "And it is pleasurable?'

   "Oh yes, I rather enjoy it."

   "You can," I cannot believe I'm even talking about Sheifzeficken, "Have
a gaudens from it?"

   "No, that's the part I like the most."

   "Keine gaudens?"

   "So I don't have to stop." He looks down, grinning, "At some point, but
I can befikken all night."

   "Geficken." Also, he is very curious, and talented with languages. 
Learn them remarkably fast for a man his age {Appears to be in his 30s, is
actually pushin' 70 years old.}

   "Gefikken," he nods.  He is the most giving love I have ever have. 
Though he is good at giving orgazmus, what makes him so wonderful, the
secret I wish every man to know is he gives them freely.  He lets his come,
when they do, but in bed, or wherever we are, his entire attention is given
to me.  My pleasure, knowing he will get his eventually.  "Then, it's
over." I love that too.  Everything about him, but that is the sexual part.
Any way he knows how, and he keeps searching for new ways to please me.  As
I do him.

   He is not my husband, I am not his wife.  We are our loves.  Why I use
the plural in any language, He is Our love.  I am our love, we are our
love. "Marriage?" He scoffed, "Phuff!" That is for the rest of them.  This,
us is about us, Our love.  They have nothing to do with it." And I agree,
that is, always was, and always will be the way it should be.  One of the
things we're fighting for is so that more people appreciate it.  That is:
"Why the whores?"

   "Because fighting doesn't work.  Nobody was made happy by the sword.  We
fight, for the chance to talk, and talk for the chance to love.  They call
them whores, but our's is an army of Lovers.  Not killers, rapists, and
burners.  This is how we fight Genocide.  We have to Show Them, how to
share, with love."

   "With sex?"

   "Until they learn, that is the only part of love they speak.  We have to
fight to talk them into fucking, so we can show them how to love."

   "On ships."

   "That is where we live.  How we move around.  It was born on Pori, we're
surrounded by seas with islands, and the armies of the lands cannot wipe
anything out there.  They tried to the Greikes, and yet we survive, because
they would have to clear every single ship, boat island, and beach of the 7
seas to get us all.  Might as well try to catch all the fishes in The Sea.
{Axepelagos} and now we know this." He held up his hand, "Love.  Fighting
for peace is counter-productive."

   Like I said, he's right.  Or his mother was, when She taught them this.

   "That's why it is named the Theotokus." The flagship, of the infamous
fleet of whores.

   "So, the truth is, they are not whores at all."

   He nods, "Now, you understand." That's just what they call them.  If the
Love he is talking about is like ours, then I have no problem with it. 
"Now that ranks of oars are too slow, though I'd like to discuss buying
some, and engineering some seats for the Pajzs a Hölgy."

   "What for?"

   "Oars, so we can maneuver becalmed.  Also, ports for the oars, and
handcannon to fire through them."

   We already decided, to make it a fighting ship.  For their kind of
fighting, called Piracy by the Ozmonden, as they called their women Whores.
Not sinking, nor killing, capturing and converting.

   "Here, now?"

   "Should take a week, maximum, I Told Them." he nodded, "Well, 4 days. 
If they take longer, I might have to discipline them.  The men there are
pirates the whole way, it's true, I know better than anyone." He also told
me how he had taken several, and sent them back to Pori.  Like the one he
came from, once we caught it.  Then came here, to prepare for the journey.

   "Archepelagos is a cluster-fuck.  Right now we're on the Ozmondese end,
but we're going right through the Corsairs, then the Propontus, which has
always been a straight of conflict." {It's basically a neutral zone between
official Europe, and Official Asia/Antolia.  Africa's right there.} "The
Darden straight, and then the Arxepelagos itself," which is dotted with
islands everyone is fighting over.  Out to Limnos, then south from there.
Eventually to Krete, then back up to Antekythea, and finally Pori.  "It's
hard to miss Kretes, no matter the winds, then if favorable, we can catch
them back North/West," Shrugs, "If not, we can hug the coast, and tack
against it until they are, follow it up to the Keratos.  And I know people,
on that coast, in both ports, I have not been back there, in years..."

   The Corsairs pretty much own these seas, they hate his whole family,
which I was running to join, and "This ship's name, well the first name
Pajzs means Shield." It means Protect the Lady, my husband named it as a
reminder to her crew of their order.  "But her defense is speed.  For her
size, she is the fastest design, from Portu."

   "Where is?"

   "The other side of the Eiberen.  Peninsula, on the other side of the
seas.  The Atlantic, east coast of Europes." We didn't bring maps that far
east, we were sailing west, through the Black Sea.  "Psipsiles is maybe
half way, the important thing is anything larger can not catch her.  I was
lucky you could catch her in your skiph."

   "Latine sails, I have never seen them on 2 masts."

   "It is new, from Portu."

   "And why is, your husband, and father, do not come in search tou Pori?"

   "Yes, however word can not have gotten to them of my defection.  They
must sail Up the Danube, the water carried us down to the Black Sea.  I
told them all I had heard, stories that have reached to Bern, and filled
the court with, curiosity.  If it were true.  Others came through the
Venifzi, but I came around, because my houses are on the Danube, and we had
the spring current.  What brought you to the Black Sea?"

   "I was in the area, and I had time to kill?  Never seen it, new seas,
new ports, lots of Corsairs to fight, and convert.  Most of my crew was
Osmondes, and it really helped my Turkish."

   "I do not like it, gutteral language.  Not as bad as Magyar, but they
speak much of it in Pescht."

   "There," he pointed, "The sky is dark enough." In the harbor, even the
light across the straight dims them.  "That is the light of my mother,
Euphra touPori."

   "The stella nova?" In the zig-zag of stars, we had thought the Caduceus.
He told me the story of Casseopea, which has been told many times, but
Hermes, and her are both Greek.

   "Greece is so old, and broken up, if you ask somebody on one side, say a
grandmother touKretes, and another grandmother touCypres, and they will
tell two stores.  My mother was Nemesis, on The sea." I nodded, told me
that one first, or those, there were many.  "Then she went back to her
mother, Nyx." He pointed, "Right there, it was a long trip, and it takes a
long time for the light to come back.

   "How long?" {Almost a Millennium.}

   "Who knows?" he shrugged, resting his arm back down on the rail.

   "Hruglh!" He held me, over the water.  The pitching up and down, wave
washing away from the hull actually helped.  "Uh!"

   "Thought you had your sea legs," he clapped my back.  "Don't just watch
her!" he snapped, "Get her some wine, or something."

   "Huh!  I just thought, it must be very far away."

   "Where?"

   "The stars, your mother's, I guess it is Pori?"

   "I've heard that the heavens reflect the sea." He nodded.  I read the
Greeks believed this.  {Since the Ptolemes.} "You say it is long, for the
light to travel, so.  Guh!" {Sorry, try not to think about it.}

   Shake my head.  "Here,"

   "Xeres," Thanx.  Wash it out, and spit, then drink.  "Huh!"

   "Thanks, leave us."

   "Sir," he clicked his heels,, and backed away.

   "Hh, I grew up on the shores of NuerenburgenSee.  Huh!  It is not a Sea,
it is a lake, but our summer home was there, and I loved to sail.  Or be
sailed.  I, hated, having everything done for me."

   "It's boring."

   "Yes," I told him, my life was waiting for something to talk about.

   "I hadn't thought to, learn to sail.  So, I had a boat.  The Vogelwarte,
and my father had men sail me.  I did not, love any of them, they were my
servants, like any other.  I always loved fighters.  My husband was one, in
his youth."

   "Was he wounded?"

   "Not in battle, he was a Commander, like a Kaputan, he dueled a little,
but mostly ordered men.  He's said to have been a talented Strategist.  No,
his back.  He was hurt, but falling off of a horse."

   "But your lovers were fighters?"

   "It is, how I learned to fight.  And I loved it, so I told them, if they
want my love, they must fight for it.  No, not eachother, me.  They would
not harm me, but my father would not send me to the Fencing school, nor
bring me a Fencing Master."

   "The Lyxenhour?"

   "You have heard of it?"

   "My mother's style, was compared to it once." He nodded.

   "My brothers learned there, and I played with them.  Mostly wooden
estocs.  You like the Estoc."

   He nodded, "Have any aboard?"

   "Yes."

   She snapped someone over.  "Estokes," he held up 2 fingers.

   Clop, "Sir." Bow...  He giggled like a boy, another thing I love about
him.  "I like it."

   I nodded, "It takes years to become a burden!" He laughed out loud.

   Like with the Doppelhander, he held it up, by the riccasso.  Point down,
"Why do you do this?" A style I did not learn from any of them.

   "It is Defensive," he held it up, "Like this, you sacrifice some reach,
and Attack, but have the full hilt, and grip to parry with." Also the blade
to protect the forearm, so he can wield it 1 handed.  By the riccasso, "I
can still slash, and cut at the legs, or Sweep!" With the flat, he holds it
behind him to help me back up.  "Once they're grounded, you can stab
downward," by the pommel, "But we don't fight to kill.  We fight to subdue,
capture so we can talk to them...  Eventually, we can bring them around to
our side, entire ships, if they're not too damage, with as much of the crew
as we can spare.  But we need the Riggers, to run the sails."

   I nodded.  "In your stance," he raised it high, in front of him, "As
with most stances, the defense is high." I parried, and he is right.

   "It is like the Main Gauche."

   "Is that Frankes?"

   "Yes," good.  "A dagger for the left hand.  From their schools, the
Italians use them too, and they're popular in the Suisse court, of course.
Not as fast, as in the Florentese style, but for heavy swords like this, I
can see." I shook my head, "You already showed me the advantage.  I
naturally strike downward," He swung, rang my blade, but I sidestepped out
of it to take the power of the bow, and feigned back to sweep at a leg.  As
he showed me.

   "Hold," I put my hand up.  "If you have work to do, go back to that." I
set my tip on the deck.  "If you are off, watch.  You might learn
something."

   He nodded.  "You command."

   "I am noble," it is in my blood, "However, I am just learning to command
a ship, rather than just riding in boats.

   "Good, I'll play your style, while you practice mine, yes?"

   WhH!  KNGH!

   Step out of it.

   "Good,"

   "Thanx."

   "I also put my hand on the pommel, for leverage.  This exposes it, but I
can step back." he did, "Into Ptosi Vroxes."

   I looked up, "Falling rain?"

   "Yes, see how it is like the slope of a roof.  So, for downward blows,
as from a Halberd, they are easy to," Xang!  He parried, "Deflect like
that. Good.  Now, you can bring it up, to grip the blade.  With an
unsharpened Estoc, and swing the guard like a Halberd, or the back spike on
a Boarding axe.  There is no pommel, and you don't want your hands to slip,
nor stab yourself in a leg, but I find it good for hooking shields,
especially the Ozmondes' Kalkan, which they can punch right through, like a
warhammer."

   "Very good," I nodded.

   "Yes, this is why I like the Estoq.  Most men see a sword, just the
point, while we fight with the whole weapon, and often another in the other
hand." He stood up, held it with the blade to his arm, pointed up, under
his ribs.  "Have one of the riggers bring us a mooring leader."

   "Sir!"

   "Why does he," he clicked his heels "Do this?"

   "He is ein Berliner.  I do not know where that custom comes from.  It is
a salute, for nobles."

   "It's funny!' He laughed harder.  I wondered why he kept asking him for
things.

   "I wish I had thought to grab a Decada, from the Baptists, while he was
in port."

   "That is?"

   "Like a Cinquedea," he pulled one off his thigh, "Only 2 hands wide,
with a guard like this, a short riccasso, and not so much pommel for
balance."

   "How much blade?"

   He showed me.  "As long as your fist to your elbow, 1 handed grip, but I
mostly use the ricasso."

   "That is not much blade."

   "Again, think Defensive.  It is short, but broad.  This brings the
balance back." He flipped it, up his arm to hold the grip out by the
quilions.  "Like this, only doppelklinge', und einhanden." I nodded, "And
usually a cinquedea, or flexible weapon for the other hand."

   "A fid."

   "Vas?"

   "Seilspindel."

   "Herzogin." He giggled.

   "That ever get old?'

   "Yes, trust me."

   His Griech Balger back on his leg, he took up the rope.  "Now, this is
like a flail."

   "I have seen these used." {You'll do fine.}

   "This can wrap around, to strike past shields, I prefer to hit them in
the back, knock them down if I swing it out enough.  I won't show you,
because I can put this pommel through the deck."

   "It is roped," so it doesn't do that, thrown over to moor to a boat, or
dock.

   "It just depends on how fast you swing it, I swear to you, I could put
this through that deck, with enough wind-up." I took his word for it.  "You
know what this is for."

   "Yes," he likes Riggers the way I like Fighters, I have seen it.

   "Also to wrap arms," Whw.  whW!  It swung back, around me, then he
pulled so it wrapped back, and fell to the deck behind him.  "Hang back,
guys," My leg jerked out, "Or legs!'

   I rolled out of it, side-sword, then brought my guard back up.  "As well
for climbing up into the rigging, or raining down blows on shields.  Or
Falling Rain, watch the riggers when we get to battle.  We didn't come up
with this, why Minana came up with Falling Rain."

   I nodded.  "But the point is to swing it over, into their back."

   "Yes, so even if they block, it still swing over, and hits them.  If
anything higher in the back, it takes practice to gauge the length to
distance mid swing, but rigging and belaying helps with this Muscle
Memory." {So does Neuronano.}

   Nod, "Now, take the rope, might want to start 2 handed." He turns to
take the Seilspindel.  "Danke', Neph."

   "Wilkomen.  HerrPori?"

   "Was, Neph."

   "Warum Laxes du;"

   "Do maxst das?" he clicked his heels.

   "Da, Herr Pori."

   "Ist," he snapped for me.

   "Vitzig."

   "Ja, vitzig!" He would not appreciate Putzig.  He did say 'Silly,' but
out of hearing.

   "Es ist respekt, mein;"

   "Danke, Neph." He bowed, clicked his heels.

   "Nein, Danken sich."

   "Verlassen." He waved him away.

   "Ja, mein herr."

   THUNK!  He looked back.  "You're right," I flushed, "I am, excited by
fighting." It was an excuse, I got so excited, watching them fight.  In the
Bailey, I dared them to fight for a kiss, then "Fight" me for more, but
what I really wanted was this.  There is no more powerful afrodesiak, for
me, or I have not found it.

   I led him up on the bow quarterdeck, his Estoq standing, and waving in
the deck in front of mine.  He unfastened his codpeice, and pulled his
swords to drop them to his sides.  I turned, to brace my arms in the sides
of the bow, where they joined the Stem under the prow itself.  To feel, the
rocking of the ship, moored in harbor, he had my skirts up, and my shorts
down.  {Basically bloomers.  Bloused over gathered ruffles at the thighs.}

   "I love our ship," He rooted my hair aside to kiss my neck, "too." His
fingers felt how exited, and damp.  "SLPb!" His fingers slipped wet, and
rubbed spittle in to stir, and mix.

   "Hm!" I nodded, my head low, ready, and then he was in me.  "Ah!" So
strong, my skirts slipped down with his hands up/down to my hips.  No
longer needing to hold them, I just reveled in feeling him inside me, and
took a deep breath.  "HahhHH!"

   "The fastest ship on the seven seas."

   "Yes!"

   "Faster?"

   "Eih, yes!  Faster!"

   "Shneller?"

   "Schneller!"

   "Not too fast, no need to rush to the end!"

   "Nein, aye, Jah!"

   "Und Stark."

   "Jah, Starker!"

   "Typhe'?"

   "Teifer!"

   "Styphe?"

   "Ja, oh Ja!  AHHEIahhh!"
{St: Rammstein - Rein Raus (Mutter)}

   Marino {MF Mari, Cybe, Preg.}

   "Hah!  You can do that to me forever, my lord!" {~H.  Mcleod} Her Anlix,
is getting better.

   "I would love to try." {Queen - "Who Wants to Live Forever?" (A Kind of
Magic.")}

   {It's a girl.} Grandfather?  {Only when you're this close.} What is,
that music?  {The voice of an Angel.} I love it.  {Yeah, we do too.}

   "Oh, The'Es!" {Yes, in a manner of speaking.} I had known, what a woman
feels, but only from my mother.

   {Yes!} "Nai!" {We love it too.} "Mas arései pára polý!"

   "Milna!?"

   {Yes!} "Ja!?" .  She turned, and I could no longer feel her.  Just hold
her, kiss her, feel my love shrink back inside.  "HahmM!"

   That, was, intense!

   "I'm going to sleep." She pulled my hand to arm's length, and let it go.

   "Sleep well."

   "Oh," she held her head high, "I will!" Finished fixing her undershorts.

   "Where'd those Estoqen, and the Leader go?" Okay, this constant doing
work for me was getting old.

   "Eins Estoq," I came around to the stairs, "Und ein lederline."

   "Ja, ja!"

   "And grab your weapons, let's do some drills."

   "Ja, Kaputano!"

   "Marino."

   "Nai, Marino."

   Pull the Fid out of my Plumbers Crack, right on deck die ledeline came
first, so I pulled it out at arm's length, twice." About 12' And Started
sawing it off over the rail.

   "Sie Schwert."

   "Thanks," hand the other end to a rigger, and lean back.  Stuffing in
the point first, to twist, and spread.  "Another shot," I pointed, "Like
that," and started loosening up the tails.

   "Just do some sparing aminit," Once I had it separated enough, I planted
the sword point, and jumped up on the rail to work the pommel in.  Kept
bringing up more slack in one hand, to keep splitting the double-doppel
twist.

   "Was ist twist?" I made a twisting motion.

   "Wende."

   "Doppel-doppelwende?"

   "Doppel-sweiwende."

   "Doppelsweiwende.".  Nodding.

   "Splice?" I twisted 2 opposite leads together, and the other par to
bring them back, and start crossweaving them back through the 2 pairs
twisting up, bent back over the quillions.

   "Spleifzen." They nodded.  Riggers, just don't know all the words 8 lead
coatchwhip back halfway to the pommel, and beat the ends in with the ring
on the end of my sidesword.

   Then all the twisting, and pressing, and tucking back in, and tightening
to bring the splice together, but now I had the basics of a "Was ist,
flying?" Uh, wave my hand, through the air, make bird noises, holding it up
by the riccasso.

   "Wie en Vogel?" Flapping both hands.

   "Ya."

   "Fliegel."

   "FliegelSxwert?" I flew it out to stick in the deck, about 8, or 9 feet
away.  {Or 3 arms'lengths.}

   "LuftShpeer!"

   "Ja, ist LuftShpeer." He put up his hand in pointed.

   "All right, Luftshpeer," must be that weird letter that looks like a
beta, but sounds like a phi trying to fuck a Sygma.  "Now let's see 3 of
your best fighters," I pulled it back, and caught it cruciform, dropping
the blade back to my other hand.

   "Vas ist los fur?" One held up the other shot.  I turned, pointed the
armor piercing tip, "You have another one of these?" and the rest of the
line, then raised the Estoq.

   "Ja!" he grinned, and ran to get the other Estoq.  I left the fid in a
belaying hole by the rail.

   Shields, and boarding axes, "Good." I swung it back, jumped, kicked, and
brought it over, spinning sideways to land both feet, and anchor, right
before it got there.

   CHUNKkhHK!  Half buried it in the deck, and the corner of a shield
splintered off.

   "Don't worry," I throw the sword back, and up, letting the pommel slide
closer in to catch it, about halfway along the flexible haft, "Ngh!  I
won't hurt you," backstepped, sidestepped, and followed through to sweep in
front of them, jumping back, shields up like cowards.

   Might need to fix some shields, though.

   "Seeschneckte'?"

   "There are keine SeesKnechte'."

   "Not yet, hruH!"

   "Nein," a rigger dropped the fid back in the belaying hole.  "Das sind
SeilHechte!" He showed his handywork, so I caught the rope between my arms
to wrap in around the waist, and caught to sword at the wrapped handle. 
Draped it over my back.  "Ope," little too long, so I lifted it back up to
hang from a quilion.

   I'd get used to the length.  "Let me see that." I checked his handywork.

   "Seilheckte or LuftSpeer?" They settled on Lufthechte.  Not my first
rodeo, cowboy, just got to know what to call it to them.  And show him how
to use it.

   "Eins," start off with holding the sword, cruciform, gripping just below
the pommel with the left hand.  Then, how to swing the weighted end.

   "Hagelkorn," he grunted, and bounced it off the deck.  Turn around,
switching my grip down to the blade.

   "Swei..." Step in;

   "Graupel!' The men nodded.

   "Drei!" I stepped back, sidestepped around to follow through, and swing
out a horizontal sweep.

   "Mayhen!"

   "Vas Kommen."

   "Freil is naxte!"

   "Friel!" Went through a Mayhen sweep, and snapped it over my shoulder,
straight out, and stepped in to catch it, without the blade jerking out of
my hand, by the riccasso, and grip.

   It took him a while to get the hang of the Friel throw, but it's a good
followup from a sweep to strike a target of opportunity in a flinching
shield line.  1 out of 5 is a coward, and it's hard not to be with a
greatsword swinging across at shield-to-eye leve.

   "How do you fly the sword?"

   "First learn to fly the weight.  You want the sword to fight." I went
through some random moves at nobody, but threw in some sword guards,
parry-sweeps, a leg-hook with the tip, and came back around to a lunge,
between the other end sweeping around, and finally shooting over my
shoulder in followup.  "Here," I took some of that energy flying it over to
one of the more promising ones.  "Try not to stab eachother.  The rest of
you, pick up some shields." I yawned, and stretched.  "You see anything,
it's M'lady's turn until dusk."

   "Jawohl herrPori."

   "Dankeshoen herrPori."

   Underweigh {Mx Lots of men, Disc NS}

   Reiling FREI!

   wWHh

   th

   K._

   I looked back at the Picsean {Fishtail} Axe blade stuck under the rail
by a, bend over, X shaped feruled spike hooked under, and sunk into the
hullwood.

   "Huh!"

   Some fingers caught the side of the rail.  I reached under to grip it,
leaned out, "Your hand."

   "Danke'."

   Die rigger pulled up to push his hand down, in the flat strap, hanging
all the way up and over to where it was lashed to the handle of the
axe-head.  He threw his leg over.

   "Was ist los?"

   "Mein schaufbeil!" He held it up, had a short stock, the straps riveted
to the front and back of it.  Hung it over his shoulder, and scratched his
head.  "Als phiel." He pointed his hand.  "Ps'pheil!" Loosed it like an
arrow, and then held up the fishtail.  "Schvingen auf dem gurt, und die
luft seidel den punkt." Stabbed with it, in the top of the rail.  "Phft!"

   "Pisce-poli!"

   "Ja!" he pats my arm, "Sehen?" He gets up, and lets it hang from the
strap.

   At his side.  "Herr, sie Namen?"

   "Schmidt?"

   "Herr Sxmidt, ist there a Forge onboard?"

   "Kleine," he held out his hands.  "A small one."

   ;

   Morning {Mx Mass Disc}

   "Get the fighters."

   They mustered, sort of.

   "These are oars.  Tell them."

   .

   .

   "Pick them up."

   "They say they are warriors."

   "I didn't ask that, when was the last time they fought?  Tell them to
pick them up."

   "They say they are officers.  They are nobles, sir."

   "I didn't ask that, either.  We are becalmed, and it's about time they
pulled their weight."

   .

   .

   Not the sort of wait I was expecting.

   "Send one for my whip," He turned, "No, one of them, that one."

   "Sir."

   "If your Blood is an excuse, to grow fat, while the riggers work And
train, then I will take Blood as payment.  Pick up your oars, and learn to
row, TELL THEM!  We can make it to Gallipoli today, and they can get off
there, Today!  They can stop working when the wind picks up."

   Turn, "Danke."

   "Bitte shoen."

   "NOW!" beat the deck, "Lock our oars, and take off your shirts.  Fight
ME, or swim.  Those are your choices."

   .

   "All the way forward, now turn around so you can pull, I will beat
cadence on the deck.  EINS!"

   "UAGH!"

   Turn back, "Twist the blades in the water, and push them back," raise
the whip.

   WHK!  "PSVI!"

   "UAGH!"

   "This time try to work together." raise it in front of them,

   .

   "DREI!"

   "UAH!"

   "Better, bring those oars back, boys, FREIL!"

   "Kappatan?"

   "WHAT!?" Twist upward.  "Tunizo?"

   , WHKX!

   "HUA!"

   "A small flotilla."

   "Rigger!"

   WHKX!

   "Ja, Herr."

   "Here, you can crack this?"

   "Ja," Whkx!  "Herr."

   "Looks like Fishermen."

   Make the stairs.

   "Greeks?"

   whx!  'uah!'

   "Ozmond, I think."

   "Officers, figure out how to paddle up to them.  Riggers, prepare to
haul people, and things up and down." Turn back to Paztor.  "Tell them."
Nod, he turns, and heads back down.

   whx, 'uah!'

   "Flag them down, I'll lower myself to the first boat, lets see if we can
get some girls." The men need them.

   Genocide.  All right, I have some blond bloods, and some fisherfolk. 
Looks like, 3 families, maybe 9-12 boats between them, so maybe 5 girls, I
hope, that like good hard working sailors.  Then maybe some of the
"Nobles," if there are any other than cowards tomorrow.  Get some men who
can pull oars, and some whores in port.  Show them the way.  To love, to
fight for love.  Oh good, she's up.

   "Schmidt, die Morion."

   He fixed it for her.  Went to get it from the forge.

   "Gut Morgan." Kiss her.

   "Kalimera." She kissed me back.

   "Come," I take her hand, "You understand Ozmondes?"

   "A little,"

   "I'm going to talk to these fishermen, and the fishergirls.  This is how
we work, I have been working the men, hard."

   "Yes, I have heard."

   "And with our love onboard, they need love, but not as whores."

   "How did you get them, to row?"

   "I told them," I nodded, "Did it wake you?"

   "I woke up," she kissed me, "Well rested, but I felt it, and came out to
see.  The nobles are rowing, our love."

   "Yes, well I told them our riggers were tired.  From sailing and
training.  They were well rested, and we becalmed.  So, I told them to
row."

   "How?"

   "With discipline.  Here we are, now let me go talk to the fathers.  And
the men."

   "Portside!" They look up, "Turn around, and pull reverse.  Bring us
around, then bring in your oars.  Riggers, anchor us, and prepare to be
boarded.  Good job nobles.  A little eksercise in the morning is good for
you.  Stirs the blood, do you feel good men!"

   "JA!" In unison.

   "Good, help the men and women up.  Do any of you speak Ozmondes?"

   "Ja," und "Jawohl!" Wave at the boats.

   "Tell them, you would like to look at their boats.  Climb ropes down,
take the sounding lines.  Riggers, help them down."

   "Jawohl herr Pori."

   "Watch, this is how we do it." She rubs my chest.

   "I missed you," at my shoulder, "Our love." Her mouth at my neck.

   "Soon, you can have me." Then to the men.  "Secure the ship!  If anyone,
wants to stay with the fine folk, he has my leave.  With pay if a rigger.
The rowers don't need the money."

   "Danke,"

   "And if any wish to join, man woman, or girl, I'll talk to them when I
am done.  I need to discuss the morning's business with the Dutchess,
here." Her nice hard rear under her skirts.  "And Tunizo," wave him along,
"Come with me too."

   "What for?" she asks in my ear.

   "You'll love him to," I promised, with a kiss, "But this morning, I need
him too."

   He secured the door, and started taking off his shirt.

   "Husband."

   "He is a strong warrior." I rubbed his arms for him.  "You see?  His
fine, strong arms, he is from a good family, in his land."

   He looks at me.  "Thanx." He was a slave, and when freed, I told him, he
need not serve me.  I'm starting not to like being served.

   "You love him."

   "Yes, when he needs it."

   "Certain times, I need the love of a man.  It is not like Our love.  But
is not, something you, or any woman can give me.

   "Hh!" Her eyes went wide, and she covers her mouth.

   "I told you, he was a strong warrior."

   "Ja!" Her fingers came down from her smiling teeth.  "Ich kanes sehen!"

   Feel his full love.

   "Show her.  Love me first."

   "Yes, of course." My pants were ready, so I took them down, and pulled
my bare feet out on the bed.  "Now, he will show you, how to do this." I
told her, I enjoy this, but "I really need it, after disciplining the
nobles.  "Hh," turn over, on my elbows and knees.

   "HUKXH!" He rubs down my backside, splitting me open with his fingers to
the palm, and spits, skillfully.  Catches it with his fingers, to slide up
what drips down too far.

   "Like a woman, you have to get him ready." He told her in Latin.

   "Milna,"

   "Yes?"

   "Take this, tie my wrists."

   "Yes, but why?"

   "Because it is what I need, right now."

   "Is this good?"

   Nod, "Pull it tighter." Gently.  "Uh!"

   He rubs in the slap, and feels the tension relax.  "HXH!" Relax, don't
tense.  "SPb!"

   "Hhh!" Feel his fingers, in the fresh spit, and the curls.  "HhH!"

   "He gets like this, needs this.  After battle, as well.  See?" Pulls his
hand away, "He is getting ready."

   "Can I,"

   "Of course, you don't have to ask."

   "Smq!"

   "Hehn!" Nod.  I love it, the taste of him, especially inside the hood,
and his strong, soft smooth wet fingertip.  "SNH!" I can smell him, and her
too.

   "HXH!" UHN!  "SPB, See, he is almost ready."

   "MmHm!"

   "Get him good and wet," nod, "As well.  Inside, and out."

   "Mmmmmh," Through her nose.  "Mmh hm!"

   "You are ready?"

   "Yes, now please."

   "SPB!"

   "He needs me now."

   "SPb?  HhH!" She sighs, but I feel her.  Sit down on the bed, to watch.

   "Slowly, to start."

   "Huh, huh huh huHuh!" Suck a breath in with my nose.

   "You can do this, with your thumb, or fingers.  With your fingers, he
can take three.  Yes?"

   "Yes," more, but I'm still very tight.  "NHMH!" Bite the linen around my
wrists, "SnhHsHnSnH!  HMMMMMMN!"

   "Slowly, but as he loosens up, you can go faster."

   "YRHS," Nodding, "HWMHHHH!"

   "He does love this!"

   "Oh yes,"

   Oh gods yes.  I need this.  "UHN!"

   "He's pushing back, means he wants more.  He can't say it, it feels to
good."

   "You like this, too?"

   "I love it."

   "Der Sheifzfikken?"

   "Oh yes, even before we met."

   He likes men.  All right, young Italian men more, little older than
boys, but I was little more than a boy, when I caught the ship he was on,
heading for Kretes.  Men have slaves, African slaves, sex slaves on Krete.

   "I am." He told her, "Or I was."

   I raised my head, "Nichtknecht." I nodded, "I defrieten him."

   "You were, a slave."

   "Yes, and I am honored to serve him.  I had, a duty, but now.  I love
him, and serve him, out of love."

   "Oh, I understand."

   "NGH!" I clenched.

   "He is ready."

   "Hugn!" Gasp, but he holds it, presses it in, enough to pop back out. 
"NGH!" Then presses.  Slaps.  "YEah!" And is back in.

   "This part." He sighs, "Hh!  The best."

   Spasm shut again, to kiss against his skin, pressing back.  Opening in
me, "NAGH!  Ugh!" Swallow.

   "Hh!" Nod, open wide, but now he needs.  Picks up the pace, so I just
hold on, gasping through my nose, faster and faster until finally, "Uh!"

   "nGH!" Slam shut at last, and feel his love splash hot and wet to run
down my back to my shirt bunched up over my shoulders.  Pull my teeth out
of the knot, and fall, gasping.  Spasming.  "Hh?" Turn back.  Her hands,
feeling in, wetting in the curls still sticking in there.  "HhHhH!" Shiver.
"Inh!  Huh!" Feel between my legs, and catch the pearl on my fingers.  Pull
them out to lap, and suck it from my fingertips.  "Smlah!  You like, how it
feels."

   "Ja, as, immer mich!?" She nods.  Starts fingering me.

   "Nh, yes.  Two, ngh!" She pulls out, then gives me two.  "Inh!"

   "I'm going for a swim." he let himself out.  I just nodded, closed my
eyes.

   Remembered, the riggers.  Standing around, coming closer.  'Pulling
rope,' their lust rising, and pattering out.  All over my face, my hair
until it clung to me.  My burning neck, and shoulders.  Running down my
breasts.  Her chest, my Mother's.  Her feeling up to rub them around in
their slimy lust.  But the riggers, so many, their lust just keeps coming,
to cover her like a storm of blood.

   "Hh!" Feel back, to my back.  And buttocks pulled tight.  My legs up
over my arm to hold them, myself open to her.  Our love.  Bring it around
to my fingers, and taste it.  The lust, and close my eyes.  "Hh!'' Sucking
my fingers, remembering my mother.  Looking down, her breast, her milk. 
Her giant rough hands, moving my fingers.  When I discovered, I was a boy.

   "Hhhh!"

   !

   .

   I remember, my miNana.  Her lips on my cheek, "Goodnight."

   "Hhhhh!" Drifting off, her smell.

   "Hhhhhh!" I remember how she smelled.

   "Uh!?" Blink.

   SPbpbthl!

   "I'm sorry." It happens.

   "Wipe it off, on my undercloth.

   "Alles, ist gut?" She sighs, "I could see, how much you needed that."

   "Yes," turning back, careful to keep the filthy part over the
undercloth. "Hh, I need to go swim, to clean off, and to cool off.  It's
refreshing after this."

   "I need you too." And to clear the air, I hold up my undercloth, to get
to the edge of the bed.  "Don't swim too long." She crawled back at the
bed, pulling at her doublet.  As expected, she was naked when I got back,
but I saw.  "Gut," the crews were getting along...

   ;

   Lady in Waiting {FMM...  MAF Anal}

   My fingers, were still filthy.  So, I went out, through the empty map
room to the deck.

   "My lady."

   "I am not your's."

   "But your clothes."

   "My clothes?" I looked down, "Were impractical." For a queen of
so-called pirates, of so called whores.  "Bring me water." To wash my hand.

   "Lady Alberich?"

   "Yes," I turned.  "Schmidt?"

   "Die Morion." He held it up.  Sideways to shew where it had be repaired.
The dent from his foot, swung like a warhammer.

   "Danke sehen." His arms.  "Herr Schmidt?  Komm zu uns." Looking around
the main deck, it was as a bazzaar.  None were ficken, yet, but the women
and girls.  Nodding, and laughing, feeling their arms, their chests.

   "There you are." Turkish?  "My daughters, are not whores."

   "Come with me, too." I led them back to the command room.  "Take off
your breeches, Herr Schmidt." Then back to Turkish.  "We are not whores."

   "I had not heard, the queen of whores was," he looked up, at my hair,
"Was Aranes." Arayan.

   I shook my head.  "It is, a succession.  You find me, beautiful?"

   "You are a temptress, an enchanter."

   "Myes." I thought, "I suppose I am.  Kommen sie." I turned at the bed.

   "I am married."

   "I am married twice.  How many wives?"

   "Three, but it is forbidden." Haram.

   "By your god."

   "We are the chosen, but his prophet;"

   "Ha!  You know how many me have been chosen, by their God?  It is a
story, so you follow, do what you are bidden.  Are you a slave, or a man?"
I felt, "You feel like a man, where is your Allah, your prophet.  Here?"

   He started praying.

   "I need men, not slaves.  And women, for my men." Or a gangbang,
whichever comes first.

   "You are an infidel."

   "And you are inbred.  You need fresh blood, your family is weak, from
fucking your cousins."

   "My family is Pure!"

   "Purity is a myth.  Like the chosen people.  You were not chosen, you
were enchanted.  Is that what you call it?  Phtinah?"

   He nodded.

   "This is the truth, men and women.  It's older than stories about Gods,
and Prophets.  Older than men, and women, as old as the sea."

   Continued praying.

   "The lie, makes you feel special, Chosen.  You have seen, I have men. 
Many strong men, and yet, I chose you." He was preventing his daughters,
and wives from enjoying themselves.  They kept looking to him, how I saw he
was the Patriarch.

   He stopped praying.

   "Show me, how do you get these undone?" He fumbled at them.  "Herr
Schmidt, kommen ins bett." He nodded.

   I had thought, that no man could satisfy me.  And was ashamed, at the
lust of my youth.  Whispered scandalously at my indescretions, until I met
more than a mere mann.  And now, I can add.

   No One man can satisfy me.

   Schmidt tasted salty, sweat from his work at the forge.  The fisher,
spent early, but left.  Pulling up his breeches, and tucking his shirt. 
Then my husband came.  I looked up boredly.  "Have a nice swim?" I pushed
off the smith.  "Lassen sie hozen." Fur mich.  I turned over, to offer my
rump to him.

   I did not think.  I acted, kissing him in his, dirtiest place.  I only
knew that he loved it, so I loved it for him.  Greatful to give back, some
small measure of all the pleasure he has given me.  Then, I felt his mouth
behind me, and I knew why.  "Uhh!" I held the pillow.  Now, I knew why he
needed to be bound.  When he was within me, I was not.  "Bitte!" It was
not, as sex.  "Ah, bitte!" It was not better, but it did not hurt.  He was
slow, so slow it was maddening.  His lover went fast, quickly ficken him to
spend, but he was so slow, so gentle, it lasted for hours.  Or felt like
hours.  "Hah!  Ugh!" Finally he pulled out.  "Kommen," I turned.  His
strangely split skin opening like the bud of a tulip.  "Kommen fur mich,
ja. Ah, JA!"

   {Hanzel und Gretyl - Komm zu Uns!  (Uber Alles)}

   .

   Skipping ahead...

   ,

   Xania, Krete.

   "The Baptists!" Tunizo pointed, his home for most of his free life, as
we rowed into Harbor.  About as eventful a trip as on the way out.  Only I
had Our Love, and I could watch the progene of that, grow over her hips.  I
hoped her muscles would come back.  Taking the fore deck, I looked. 
Recognized her.

   I clapped his shoulder, "Have a couple riggers launch my Skyph, and
prepare to man the oar.  Take me to the rest of Our men."

   "Yes," he kissed me, "Marino." I let him go, but she came to me.  "They
are launching men, to meet us.  Signal back to them, and find an open
berth." Nearer to them would have been better, but I Launched anyway. 
Milna helped Tunizo with the oar.  Looking back, the Oars came in the Port
side, and mooring leaders thrown to the dock crew.  My men, from the
Baptist.

   "Marino, Basileus.  Pori is lost."

   "The Moreans?"

   "The Corsairs.  Barbers, it is, Genocide."

   "Survivors?"

   "Few, the women fled, but your sister, our Queen." He teared up.

   I held him, clapping his shoulder, and back.

   One of the other men: "I was there, they let us flee, but bombarded the
rock.  Theotokus, all the ships were lost, but She went down, sank with
Theotokus."

   "She is with our mother.  Kommen." I pushed the first off, and pulled
the other over to my shoulder.

   Sobbing, "They built over the ashes, as you have said.  We cannot get
close, but close enough to see with the Spotter's Glass."

   I nodded.  "Hh," patted the back of his head.  "Someone row back, and
tell them Baptists is now Theotokus."

   "Aye," one turned to his rudder oar.  "And to prepare to receive our new
queen." I turned back, took her hand.

   We followed, to the flagship.  "Go," I pointed across the harbor, "Tell
the new crew."

   Riggers pulled her on deck.  "This is our new Basilinna," I held up her
hand, "We must prepare, but She will lead you back to Pori!" They cheered,
but I could not feel it.  Lied to the men, but I would have time to mourn
later.  I know, She took dozens of them down with Her.  {So, now you know
why there's no memory of Marina Nana-Pori, 2nd Queen of the fleet.}
"Maestro Iankarlo?" They shook their heads.  "Aziza?" Remember her, as I
last saw her.  That grown out pageboy haircut, the dress She sewed him, and
fat to look almost pregnant.  "Huh!" {Nor them after I left with Marino I,
Regent touPori.  The name stayed with the family.}

   "Sir," I looked down, "Your hands." Held them back up, blackened.  I
nodded, closed my eyes, and felt the sun on my shoulder, my hair, the tops
of my feet.  I picked up the soles as well, "I know not, what it is."
Happened on the way back, but it is spreading.

   Milna chuckled, in a way that made me shudder.  "{It is the touch of
Hephaestus.  You have a forge here?}"

   "Yes, of course.  It is not, ours.  But we have money, to pay them."

   "This," I pointed to the deck, "Is a Turkish Galleon.  See if you can
lay hands on, or make a Morean pennant."

   "Yes, Basileus?"

   "No," I pushed her forward by the shoulder, "She is your queen." I
prefer prince anyway.  King has too much responsibility.  "Gather money,
and all the spare Steel aboard."

   "Yes, Marino."

   "That's more like it," I rubbed my hands together, to warm them up.

   ;

   "Brigid" {Gods/men Magi.  NS}

   "Whoooooo,"

   "iiiiiIHP" Hold my breath, feel the tingling, following the rest back
without the numbness.

   Undershot wheel, single peg cam, and trip-levers for the bellows, to
alternate, on either side.

   }Always liked Carlo's forge.  Wish I'd spent more time there.{

   SH!

   Feel the heat, tell them to "Make it hotter."

   "Still warming up, Signor."

   "Yes," feel it, the tendrils whisping out, and sinking in the relatively
cool air around my hands.

   "Sir, your hands."

   "Yes," I know.  Don't even have to look.

   The Melaplasts are darkening up my skin.  Like a tan, only Black.  Even
Africans can't cover it up, soaking up photons in colors they can't even
see.  A nice middle orange when I hold up my forearms, and warm up my
nails.

   The hairs on them falling off, watch them twist through the air, towing
ringlets of colloid aerosol smoke particles, from embers like microscopic
cannon matches.

   "SNH!"

   "You will burn yourself."

   'how is he not burning?'

   "Haphestos.  SNHHHHH!"

   "Etiam?  OK." Whispers: 'Did he say Haphestos?'

   "Vulkhan!" Or as She had heard of it, "Brigit." {Spelled remarkably the
same way.} Her gift to me, in return, our love.

   "I," Turn, "Need," stop, "Bronze."

   They react.

   "ALotOfIt."

   "Your."

   "NOW!"

   "Eyes!"

   Fear.  "Right," sorry about the receptors, dial back down to infrared.
Any receiver can transmit.  He'll be colorblind until I fix it.  "Hhhh,"
Blink.  "That better?"

   They nodded, and backed out, horrified.

   "God damn it, now I am Pissed!"

   I took a breath, "Yol," {Bethesda Software,} "Tor'SHUL!" Spat a gout
back in the open forge, slammed the already flesh-searing hot cast iron
door.  "nnhKH!"

   Check my arms, halfway up my bi|triceps, now.  My hair's not starting to
smoke yet.  "SNH?" Nose ain't burned out yet, but, "You want to play
GenoZ|5des!?"

   "Well, I'm a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker, motherfuckers!" ~J. 
Winnfield.

   Scoop-up a handful of shavings, rusting in the corner.

   "Thanks," dip out a couple hand fulls, "Now Lead.  PLUMBIUM, NOW!"

   "Yes, Vulkan."

   Good, they're beginning to Believe.

   Fuck it, about Time I went back for alternative MYstory.

   Pick out a scrap, turn it over, and pinch my nails down.  Not hot
enough, Sit down, and put my feet on the forge, start pulling wire. 
Copper, burning the Tin, and trace impurities off to start coiling it in my
lap.  "Dip out some of that rust, would you?"

   "Here is the charcoal."

   "Crush it up, and open the forge."

   "Yes, Vulkan."

   "You the only one, that did not flee in terror?" Blackened up past the
Ankles, mix the Carbon, Oxygen, and Iron in my hands to cook it, and scarf
it down.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Know any Siege Engineers?"

   "Yes,"

   "My wife, is going to need the best one touKretes, and the best ship
carpenters you got around town."

   "Yes, Vulkan, I will see to it."

   "Making a Mjoldin." Well, a copper coil at this point, silver would be
better, like the one I one-will-have-had on Hermes, but I have to taper and
Diamond coat the copper wire.

   "A what?"

   An, earth/Space ship.  And: "Blitzgewehr.  Mix it up for me."

   "Yes, Vulkan."

   "Then go get some more."

   "I will see to it."

   At least I have a backup loaded.  Should be out in about a half a year.
"The sacrifices we make."

   "Skuzzi?  Vulkan?"

   "Sorry, talking to Ours-Selvese." Blink, not enough plurals, shake my
head.  This takes a lot of processing.  How much am I overclocking?

   "Jesus!"

   "Lord?"

   "Sorry," Shake my head, "Belay that."

   'amen,' under his breath.

   ShutdownLang`;._
Motif: Das Ich - Urkraft (Lava: Glut)

   ;

   Die Morion {FM NS}

   "What is He making in there?' It got too hot.

   "Who knows?" Burned me like the sun.  "I need glass." He pulled off the
goggles He made him so he would not go blind.  Already told, everyone,
Don't look in there.  His face was darkened around his eyepits, I let my
fingers fall from my face.  "And More Water!" He pointed, "What kind of
helmet is these?"

   "Morean."

   "Ah, yes." He pulled his goggles up, stripped to a loincloth, and went
back inside.  After splashing himself down, and throwing more on with the
dipper.  His shoulders steamed when he came back out.  "He made a staff. 
Copper inside glass, he eats charcoal, and rust." Twirling his fingers, he
walks around, "Kah!" Gasping, and drinking more.  "He now makes a Shield.
He no speak."

   HE came out, eyes glowing.  A color.  I have not seen.  "{Colour out of
Space,}" he nodded, "~H.  P.  Lovecraft.  Sorry, you can not touch me."
Reaching for him burned my fingers.

   In Anglische, "You are leaving us," I felt our bauche.  "I can feel it!"
I cried.  He was too hot to stand close to, for long.

   {I'm sorry, it is too late.  Tell them, don't go near it, don't even
Look at it.  Take Morion, and run, there's a new world opening up, and
Conquestadore' Colon will need women for his fleet.  Give her your helmet
when she is old enough.  Raise her, don't let her have Her way too much,
but most of all.  This is Most Important: Survive.  You will have only
daughters after this." I nodded.  "All of them will be Morions, and their
daughters, and their daughters' daughters;}

   "Jah.  uh!  My love." My God!  "Snh!" He went back, and I fell to my
knees, mourning until he came back out.  Winding iron coils around his
arms, with a shield, like an Aspis, with a spike in the back.  The staff He
had made in the other hand, a bulb winding down like the Caduceus pulled
tight almost to a point.

   "Vulkan, what kind of shield;"

   {Not a shield,} he started running, {Lead-plasma engine.} The spike
already glowing, dripping a trail behind him.

   "WAHAHHAAH!"

   I heard the thunder of his leaving.

   "NEIHEIHEIN!"

   It was days before anyone would go near it.  Boats returned, said the
winds blew them to it, some with those blinded by looking.  They all said,
the last thing they saw, they still see is the shaft of light, straight up
into the sky.  After the waves rocked, duKretese were not badly flooded,
though the horns of Taurus were narrower, collapsed from the sides.  The
land did not quake, very much.  The Kitheras, whereh badly battered and
shaken by Poseidon howEver.

   "Nemesis," wrath of Gods,

   Plural.

   die MjoldinSpeer, Pori.  {G/mortals Geo Geno Wrath.}

   I lept from the engine, and flipped the Star/earthship to fire it up. 
Drawing in air to strip it, the electrons have infinitessimal mass, just
about as much as you can shoot out the end of a tapered diamond coated
coil, and hollow iron core at the speed of light.

   "Don't fuck with me," at perhilion, it arced out, over my shoulder to
lash back to the sea, anchoring it behind me.  "Or I'll shove a lightning
bolt up your ass," With megashittonnes of Momentum.

   ~"ZEUS!"~

   ;

   Ephretos Muhldenjo {Demigod.}

   PWH!

   The only being for 25 parsecs that can feel the Electromagnetic pulse of
that striking Ground left me, but I came down, on a deck, blind.  It
smoldered under my feet.

   Remember, you can't dodge and parry volleys of shot any more.

   {You don't have to.} ~Morpheus.

   "Fire!"

   Mortals, play with fire.  It hurt, but that's a lot of lead.  I could
feel it, melting, and rushing through my blood, then fire, pushing after
it, my heart burning out.

   How did he say?

   "YOL," Make that Lead-plasma.  "TORSHUUUUUUL!" The ship, made of wood,
my body burning out, but just the match.  To take the spark, of Holocaust.

   whhwWHHH!

   ,

   "KHUUUUUUUUUHL!"

   From my vantage point, above the inferno, I can see HIM, rising above
the growing island.

   {POSEIDON,}

   The seas rippled out from the spire, rising, and spreading out from the
once tiny rock.  Even as the rising heat turned inside out, rolling in a
cloud of fire, and the winds rushed in to meet it.

   {Fresh outta whales, so I brought the Dragon.  See to the fleet.  No
survivors.}

   As you wish.

   !

   ~PWM!~

   !

   HE left, in a bolt of lightning, as a shaft into the sky.  Exploding
from the caldero in the top of the spire.  I felt it, continue down to the
beating Heart of Gaia herself.

   I spread out, in wings of flame, sucking a backdraft of air into me.

   "YOL!" ,

  
/..........................................................................
.........\

   RADULE: Ursa Major Cluster.  {I don't usually write on this Scale.  For
reference, each of ^those^ pips was a light/year.  I'll try to limit it to
Mortal concepts.}

   ~pwm,~

   What?  A geomagnetic anomaly, in a small stellar remnant world,
not-yet-to-be-named "Earth." Remember, "Gaia."

   They shall-not-have-had that technology, on that scale, for 462 years,
relative to the transmission distance, at local gravity, and velocity.

   ~SHEW~ Us.  ~WATCH, for further temporal anomalies.~

   Move closer.  Only the Other can-have/will-had the will/ability to
meddle in this.  Remember HisStory.  Unless, there is anOther renegade.  HE
has made them before.

   They will-have/had that technology only for 83 years; Before
self-initiated Extinction.

   We do not know what this is, yet.  Approaching 1/c, I can accelerate no
further until Ulioth, then the Mizares.  As they know it, some know it
there/then.  Remember, and go closer.

   ~We may have to Intervene.~ This may be an attempt, to promote the race,
to end Us before-we-will-have-had-began.

   {Key: ~Text~ is "Thought", in radio, best measured in AUs of wavelength.
Sorry if it's confusing, but translating from Things that think in physics,
at the speed of light, quantum/boolean trinary, 3.5 dimensions, and have
made multiple laps through the middle of the existence of the Universe. 
They are confused because that was not supposed to have happened.  Sorry
about the hyper-hyphenated tenses, it's Complicated.  "Very, complicated."
~Doctor.

   \

   /

   This is now a parallel timeline, abandoned by Basiatis, who basically
said: {Fuck it, better luck next time...} tore the geomagnetic field 2 new
assholes, and went back for another lap around Andromeda.  The Galaxy. 
Doomed to end, in accordance with the Satayana Prophecy, when the Radulla
come to commit Genocide.  Scorched Earth, leading with Nemesis, the
Continent, from the main belt (AKA Vesta) to BLOOP the Pacific, then boil
away the seas.  Normally not the kinda thing THEY do, but it's kinda in
their self-defense, for fear of Mankind going up there, and kicking Their
asses.  Genocide<Universal/Temporal warfare, especially when we're doomed
to self destruct in the first place.  (Yes, if you follow the
analogy/allusion, that would make US the Kaleds.) Fortunately, it takes a
while for Them to get the memo.

   /
:

   .

   Milna Alberecht-Bathory touPori: die Morion touKretes.

   My husband, our love, sacrificed Himself to the Gods while I was yet
gravid with our daughter.  As was his wish, she was to be born Morion.

   "Krateira," I thought I would never stop grieving, but My new people
need me, their Queen.

   "You heard my husband, we need ships, ship builders, engineers, and
crews.  Go tou deKretes, and Tell Them.  What has happened," In the forge,
still a smoldering ruin, and funeral pyre of the smith's assistant, "And
the proof will come.  The Gods komme tonight, to rain down Genocide on
Pori. So, when sie signs kommen, they will know why.  Go.  NOW!" He ran
off. "ALLes, Schnell!!"

   She kicked, and I held myself.  Made our way back to Theotokos, still
moored in dock.  "Engineers!  Find wood, Timbers, cost is not an issue. 
Soldneren!"

   "Jahwol!?"

   "Genocide.  This land is now Greece.  Every man, woman, and child is
Greek, sailing back to Veniszch, or Moria." We'll deal with them later. 
"If they wish to stay, they will become Greikes by marriage." 1 finger. 
"Do not Rape.  Die Regel, das einzige Gesetz: You do not rape, We do not
rape.  No woman is to be taken, she is to be asked.  If you see 1 rape,
tell me, and I will personally tear the flesh from their bones.  You know
my family?"

   "Ja, Baronessa."

   "Marquessa, you have heard whispers in das Gericht von Pescht, of my
cousin," by marriage, "Erzebet?" Now age 17.

   They look at eachother.

   "Those who have, tell those who have not.  You will Know I can do this,
or you will find out.  No rape.  None, or you will learn there is far worse
for the Man who disobeys me."

   I whirled, weary though too regal to show it, "I will be in my quarters,
send 3 riggers there to attend me." I am still a Habsberg, and now carry
the Blood touPori.  I will be obeyed, or they will be punished, Then obey!

   "Uhnuhnuhnuhn!" I grieved, on my bed.  Our bed, as long as I could.

   "I metera Pori?" Good, My riggers.  "You sent for us?"

   "Yes, bar the door, and take off your clothes." Only one man could
satisfy me.  I hope 3 can fuck me until I pass out.  Already stripped, the
Morion on it's place over the bett.  "Kommen."

   Yes, I see why he likes them.  They have been working hard, sailing, and
training from die scwartzerSee.  They had grown strong, their hands rough,
and even capable in combat.  I have sparred with all 3, myself.  "Ja,
grosse' seilmann!  Starke' seilmann, rauen sielmanner!  Kommen, kommen zu
Mir!"

   ,

   "VAS!?"

   "Meine Damme,"

   "I belong to no one," I grabbed mi Kap on the way up, "What is it?"

   "There are men, Soldner at the dock."

   "Tell my men to hold them." Clothes.

   "As they are, Mi:"

   "I am NOT your's!" I backhanded him.  "I am grieving my love, Your Lord
touPori!" He crawled out, begging forgiveness, but I had none.  "Ochi
seimera." I shook my head, and removed die Morion long enough to pull on a
top.

   "Mein doppelseilspeer."

   "Jawohl!" I told, herr Schmidt what I wanted, exactly.  2 Decada blades,
with quilions instead of pommels, like sie Saufeder, boar spears, and a
weilDraht leiderline' between, an ambredth spliced back to handles.

   "Danke." (6' from guard to guard, with grips, and blades, 10 fingers
wide, and her cubit in length.)

   "Bitte'shoen." He clicked his heels mid bow, and backed, up the ramp.  I
draped the middle over my shoulders, and crossed the leads around our
daughter, to cross them behind me.

   "What!?"

   "Kappatana, these men, they say you are not touPori, they will not
follow you, they wish to burn your ship, say it is not Theotokos."

   "I AM Theotokos, touPori!" Point, both hands.  "Sehen?  By marriage,
chosen by Marino touPori, son of Nanapori, Ouachana i Nemesi herself."

   "She does not even speak Greek!"

   "Diki mi tin katapoleisi, who is your Champion?" They argue, "And his
second?  Both of you, take up arms.  Whatever you will have." I reached
back, checked which end was crossed over, "The rest, clear the wharf. 
Marino did not kill," I bowed, feigning respect, "Good men."

   "I am," I turned, "Not," twisted, "HIM!" Jumped, and flew the right one
out.

   THOCK!  Step back, and throw, belaying end-to-end as the blade pulled
out from below his ribs, and the top fell from the bottom of his spine.

   WhwhhHW!

   THOCK!

   His shoulders fell, then his head, and I withdrew the blade, skipping
back along the boards to catch it.  Hang my hands on my sides, by the grip.
The wire wrapped leaderline draped back behind my neck.

   "Follow me, or die." I turned, and walked back through my men, forming
ranks behind me.  "Send for haandkannonen if you need them.  I have an
invasion to plan."
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