"Starboard,friends! That's a big one!"
The year was 1496, and Dante, along with his father, were sailing to Florence from Corisca. They were on a 6 year journey from their home in Naples to trade all around the known world. Along the way he had experienced great things; women, wealth, and a variety of others.
"No, we won't kill it! We can't!"
They were currently near the coast of Florence and had seen a few large aquatic mammals; whales, sharks, etc. Dante was wearing boots and cotton leggings, with a bandana wrapped around his forehead and two Falchions hanging on both of his hips. He was shirtless, showing his muscular build he acquired from his time exploring the cities he and his father traveled to. There were currently thirty men on the somewhat large ship.
"Aye, but focus your attention to the bow! I can see another ship heading straight towards us!"
"It doesn't look friendly, it looks like the men on there are readying their weapons!"
"Get to your stations! Man the weaponry!" his father yelled at the top of his lungs.
An advantage that the crew had was its new piece of weaponry; ship cannons given as a present from the Chinese during their expedition there. They were mounted into the lower deck and were rotatable; they could be rotated top to bottom, up to 90 degrees. For further modification, the frames of the portholes that the cannons were aiming out of would have to be enlarged.
A battle was beginning to brew, and Dante was in the middle of it. He had to do his part, as he felt he was a man now, he had an obligation of keeping the ship afloat and keeping the crew alive, at least most of it. He grabbed a musket off the deck and started to load it.
"She's not going down without a fight, so let's show her what we can do!"
