Taranto, 23 January 1746
Almost a year ago, Captain Thanos Argyros had sailed his ship
Thekla from Dyrrachium harbor into war with the Papal states. As
Thekla lay in the docks of Taranto, he remembered the quiet with which that war had begun. He had not seen the land war; he's simply offloaded his Regiment and gone back to Dyrrachium to carry supplies. The horrors and slaughter of the war in Italy had not reached him until about April or May. Then, instead of carrying supplies, he was forced to serve as the master of a hospital ship. He could not leave
Thekla to get away from the wounded soldiers, not in the middle of the Straits of Hydruntum. Too bad his loss hadn't made much of a difference in the revenues of the C & O Company, which now owned his employer. Not that it mattered; he probably wouldn't have been pulled off the line anyway. It was nice to be able to dream.
Thekla was now back in Taranto, having carried the withdrawal order across the Strait, and now waiting for the regiment of Varangians she had dropped off on the shores of Bari not long ago. The Twelfth had served with distinction at the defense of the Trigno about two months ago, having been thrown into a breach in the lines, and smashing the second, division-sized Papal wave later on. It was largely because of this Regiment that the Byzantine army had managed to survive as long as they had. The master of the
Thekla swelled somewhat with pride at taking on the heroes of Italy.
Sitting at a table in the harbor area of the Italian city, he picked up the Tarentine newspaper and began to read. Plastered across the top of the front page was more news about the Eastern war between Krakow and Russia. Apparently there was some minor skirmish that the media had decided deserved the attention of everyone in Eastern Europe. More news, further down the page, blathered about the "War of Spanish Dissolution", or-as most Greeks called it-the Iberian conflict. It had been more than a millennium since affairs in Iberia had affected the Byzantines, reflected Captain Argyros. Not since the times of Justinian, anyway.
More news talked about the continued withdrawal here in Italy, and a bit more about the funeral of Sultan Osman IV and the upcoming one for Constanine XII, and the current state of the reign of Irene II. Bored with the Eastern news, he took a Northern paper, the Copenhagen
Post, and got to read about Denmark publicly and
heroically joining the War on Krakow, as they seemed to like to call it. There didn't seem to be a devious bone in the Danish PM's body, thought Argyros.
Oh well, at least we won't really get involved. Back to peace for me...hurrah....
He missed the days of war a little. The drudgery of peacetime sailing unnerved him. Sure, the Papal navy hadn't even come out to fight, but it had been exciting, participating in an actual war. It was...
cool. Now everyone else in Europe was at war except for, apparently, the Byzantine Empire. Now he wouldn't get hazardous duty pay, or even serve for the Byzantine Navy anymore. Back to supporting the economy for him. Whoop-dee-do. It looked like an empress didn't want to get into fighting like an emperor did. Women.
He folded the papers and took them back toward his ship, passed by a few columns of soldiers marching toward the quays. Just like the rest of war, he mused. Oh well.
The Thekla sitting in Taranto harbor.
OOC: I reused the picture because das didn't count the story. It's not
as bad as reusing a story like he told us to...
