Pelasgia
Established Nation
THE SONG OF THE MUSE
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PART I: MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
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CHAPTER I: O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN
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PART I: MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
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CHAPTER I: O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN
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Sing to me, o Goddess, of that Achilles, son of Peleus, whose horrid rage brought ten thousand gashing wounds to the Achaeans.
Tigani, Melingia
7/11/2017
Captain Athanasios Zakrianos, known to most simply as "Kapetan Thanos", was a strongly built, olive-skinned man who was approaching his mid fifties. He had spent most of his life aboard his small fishing boat, the white and red caïque Ariadne (named so after his sister), catching what bountiful gifts the Long Sea gave him. He had raised his son on that boat, and he had seen his hair go from black to grey while steering it, having earned the title of Captain among his fellow townsfolk and sea-goers, though he wasn't sure whether one could properly be called the Captain of a caïque.
Cutting slowly through the crystal-blue waters between the Archipelago and Melingia, the northeastern part of the Pelasgian peninsula in northern Tiburia, he was certain that he'd find some herring, anchovy or mackerel to fill his stomach on that of his wife for that day, with some to spare for sale at the local fish market. The aged sailor had taken advantage of one the few remaining good-weathered days of the year to sail out, listening to traditional sailors' songs on a little radio he had inside his boat.
As the boat neared the midway mark between the islet of Hagios Stratis, east of the island of Makre, and the mainland whence he had come, he threw his net out, him and his son each holding one end of the net. A few moments later, they tightened their grip, withdrew the net and let two dozen fish to struggle on the deck of the boat, having been taken out of the water. It was part of a school of mackerel, its red scales reflecting the sun's rich light in all directions. A smile was drawn on the face of the experienced sailor and his younger son, a smile which was to be redrawn twice more that day with two large catches of achovy.
As the boat turned back, the radio playing the Sardunan traditional Mia psaropoula to deilino ("A fisher girl in the evening"), Kapetan Thanos laid back and silently pondered at the endless azure expanse, which got closer to aquamarine as one approached the coast, a colour which the Memphites had dubbed "Wadjet". The rocky coast of the familiar home, with its small white houses and their red tile roofs got ever closer as the boat approached the coast and the sun noon.
From there, the town of Tigani could be seen clearly, its form covering the slope of a lush hill which ended where the land met the great azure. Tigani itself, whose name came from an ancient word for 'pancake' but meant 'frying pan', was but a small town barely populated by twenty thousand souls, located at the corner between two peninsulae west of Amyntaion, Melingia. Its humble provincial houses, typical of that part of the Ebony Continent, were interrupted by small stony streets, with a few squares built around ages-old trees here and there, and climbing plants hanging off of the walls of the houses. Modernity seemed to have changed this town far too little, save for the occasional satellite antenna which made its way to the roof a few houses and all cafés in the town save for one, the last bastion of Melingia against the advancing times.
The town had held well enough, remarkably not having even a single concrete building disturbing its anachronistic and almost eerie visage. Around the town, on the other hand, one could easily find plenty of sighs of modernity: a large cement road, the "Paraktia Odos" or "Coastal Highway", also known as Imperial Highway 1 for anybody studying a tourist map, cut through the serene landscape of the Melingian countryside like a knife through the fair arm of a young maiden. A few kilometers further inland, on top of a hill, one could clearly see a large antenna, painted red and white and with a flashing light to make it visible to airplanes day and night, its steel frame clearly contrasting with the bushes and batches of lavender below.
Docking at the lowest part of the hill, the northernmost edge of the town, right at the centre of Tigani's small port, Stavros threw a rope over the boat's edge to a man who was on land, to tie the boat to a cape on the land. No sooner had the rope been tied around the bulging, yellow-coated mass of concrete on the dock, than Stavros had jumped out and ran over to greet his wife. After so many years, it had practically become an everyday occurrence for the aged fisherman, and yet he could not help but relive that feeling of simultaneous warmth and desertion as a father saw his grown son embrace his wife.
"Stavro!" he shouted, using the accusative case of his son's name; "Grab the fish and go to the market! I'll go get some more!"
The young man turned around and responded with epineusis, as the Pelasgians called the movement of the head down and back up again, which implied agreement. Turning back, the seasoned boatman headed out to sea once more to do his life's work, humming along with the young feminine voice on the radio.
And yet, when he was less than five minutes away from the midpoint where he had fished before, he spotted another caïque, which had stopped dead in its tracks, its deck visible empty just like its nets, which were still stored on board and seemed mostly dry. He shouted a couple of times to see if he could get anybody's attention and approached the boat before trying again thrice.
On the third try a lone man emerged, holding a screwdriver and a leather toolbag. His skin was tad paler than any local Kapetan Thanos had seen, and though he wore the same light blue shirt with the rolled back sleeves, tucked firmly into his pants, and the same fisher's cap as any local, he seemed somewhat out of place. Perhaps it was his face, which looked as if it had been clean-shaven daily without fail and yet rather irritated, or perhaps it was his strange composure and expression, neither one of which fitted a man living the tiresome and yet cheerful life that the Captain had always known.
Regardless of the answer, Kapetan Thanos decided to approach the man. If he's a stranger to these places, it's all the more reason to help, he thought; Can't very well give my compatriots a reputation for heartlessness, now, can I? Reputation was, after all, everything in honour-bound traditional societies such as the microcosm of coastal Melingia and the Archipelago.
"Oi, is everything alright there, my good man?" he shouted, placing his hands next to his mouth as if form a megaphone.
"All's well except me engine's broken down. Care to give me a hand?" the man replied, not neglecting to use the appropriate plural to indicate respect for the older Captain.
"Aye, I'll come right on board."
Kapetan Thanos steered his boat right by the stranded caïque, so that it had just enough room to maneuver, the sign of an experienced hand.
"You all this good at driving them boats around in these parts?" the stranded man asked;
"Some more than others," the Captain replied in a sarcastic tone.
Just before Kapetan Thanos had stepped on the boat of the stranded man, the latter tried starting the engine once more and it seemed to work.
"Look at that!" the Captain exclaimed; "Sounds as if it never broke down in the first place! You all this good engineers in your homeland, Mr...?"
"Stavros Polyphemides, son of Iason. I'm from Sarduna. And your, sir?"
Sarduna, the Captain remarked in his mind, now that's an isle of engineers! Their Colossus has made it into every Tiburian stamp series since stamps were a thing.
"Thanos Zakrianos, son of Petros. A proud townsman of Tigani, if you'd heard of it."
"Matter of fact, I have. Got a good friend of mine from inland staying there for a week or so. Say if it ain't too much trouble, could you give him this from me?"
As Stavros Polyphemides finished he sentence, he passed Kapetan Thanos a small paper package, which one could easily feel had a bottle inside.
"I wanted to give it to him myself, but my boat broke down and I've got to save my fuel to make it back to Acantholemnus on my home island," the Sardunese man explained.
"I see no problem with it," the Captain, ever a kind soul who could find it hard to refuse anyone, replied; "What's the name of your friend?"
"Ask for Giorgos Antoniou from Myzithras at the Inn 'Ho Tzitzikas'," Polyephemines said; "If he asks who it is, tell him I sent you to give him 'gules party per saltire or, two anchors or and two stars argent'. Doubtless he'll get it and give you a shot too."
"Gotcha. 'Gules party per saltire or, two anchors or and two stars argent'. God be with you and good weather too," Kapetan Thanos said waving the man away.
"The same to you, my good man!" the other one exclaimed; "The same to you!"
Thus the two boats headed in opposite directions, like seagulls from different colonies going home after a random encounter.