Ismarus
Low on provisions, low on supplies
Six hundred guys sail north t'wards the port of Ismarus
Isn't this-
The land of the Sicones
Yes
Weakened and feeble from fighting the war, the Sicones keep their food in store in Ismarus
Alright, listen up
The captain and his men devise a plan
Yes sir!
We're currently fighting against the current
We're low on nourishment and it's impossible to flourish
We are low on food, low on supply, need to feed 600 guys
Need to beat this fleeting time with speed and resources in mind
Fellow brethren together we need a plan
Do we raid the nearest city or leave and take a chance?
Whoever wishes to speak please take a stand
Eurylochus
Eurylochus was second in command
Captain, Why not take the poor by the jugular and hit them where it hurts now
Captain, victors of the war, we don't have to ask permission or for trust now
Raid that city, sack that town
Where was their pity when they struck our men down?
Captain, tell me did we come this far so we could all starve now
If we don't get that food our lives are lost
If you take a life to save a life does it justify the cost?
Wait! There must be another way
Polites
Polites, the captain's best friend
Why don't we leave the bloodshed for another day?
The war is over; let's do no harm
Let's find a place with open arms
Get what we need, we'll play it safe and make it home
Even if we found another place, we might have these same problems
Assuming you live long enough to solve them
Eurylochus?
Captain?
Rally half the troops; you'll invade the city of Ismarus tonight
Yes, captain
Eurylochus?
Captain?
Our men are not to use any lethal force in this fight
Sir wait, let me get this straight
You want no lethal force in a city wide raid?
That's correct
But sir, what exactly do you expect?
No lethal force; don't kill; what about that doesn't connect?
There's a reason I object; forgive me sir but that's preposterous, the second we attack there are bound to be some deadly consequence-
I don't care! I gave an order, enough said. The war was full of gore; no more of this bloodshed. Just steal what we need and then retreat
Polites, Polites
What keeps you up so late at night my friend?
All I hear are screams, every time I dare to close my eyes
I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died
Nothing's what it seems-
Nothing's what it seems, not every choice is black and white
I keep thinking of the infant from that night, I keep thinking of the infant from that night
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