Bab 157: The Greek Kings

"Lands in sight!" a sailor's voice rang out, breaking the rhythmic sounds of waves lapping against the ship's hull. His shout spread like wildfire across the deck, stirring the crew from their tasks and waking those who had been resting. All eyes turned toward the horizon, and there, barely distinguishable against the vast expanse of blue, was the faint outline of land.

An island.

After a grueling week at sea, with nothing but the endless waters surrounding them, the sight was a balm to their weary souls. The tension that had been building during the long voyage finally began to ease. Murmurs of excitement rippled through the crew, and even the most battle-hardened soldiers aboard felt a surge of anticipation. The shores of Troy were now within reach.