Unconsensual
Banned
He stood at the aft of the ship, his eyes constantly on the alert for deceit , his hands never far from his sword hilt always at the ready. His kept note of everyone on the deck and only moved from his spot when someone was gone too long. Usually he found them slacking off, drinking, gambling, and on the odd occasion fornicating. It was a quite night, like most nights nowadays, there was the Venetis at the helm, the Samnite hurling over the broadside ,and the Lustitani boy above tending the sails . Finding nothing out of the ordinary he exhaled a sigh of relief.
It’s finally over isn’t it? We can live in peace now.
He smiled to himself, for up until a week ago the words seem so alien to him . It was only a week ago that he was able believe those words himself . The sea was rough in the storm so he had not slept well the night before and for a brief moment he yawned taking his eyes off the deck . When he opened his eyes , he froze. For it seemed the heavens themselves been overturned; several constellations were missing and the rest had warped from their eternal seats in heaven. It seemed to him that they had even fled the gods themselves, and at that moment he knew.
It really is a new world
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Gazing upon the stars in his hemlock, he pondered all that he left behind. He would’ve preferred the deck with it’s wide view and occasional breeze, even if it meant being soaked by the first rain.
But there was the eerie gaze of the giant Gaul. [1]
He thought, pretending to barf
Typical barbarian, unwashed, unshaved, and uneducated.
Of course he himself had all three in perfection. Well, all but the first lately. First thing he learned about seafaring was that water is a luxury. Still he had vehemently insisted on proper baths , as it was only natural for any true Roman. He had paid for sails made to catch rainwater, he personally commissioned a water ship, he even complained to Quintus Sertorius himself! Still in the end he was forced to relent and bathe in a net overboard.
What’s the point of bathing if you’re covered in salt afterwards? I miss the public baths of Rome. *Smirk* It's probably the only thing I miss about Rome.
Still the Gaul giant wasn’t so bad, for he had foiled no less than 6 attempts on Quintus’ life, including one by an Ilergetae war chief. Even now at the end of the world he still has a food taster.[2]
Oh what would we do without that barbarian beast? Well I suppose I’d have to guard Quintus.
It was odd how he had accepted the Gaul, they couldn’t have been more different. He was born in a wealthy family, his mother Carthaginian and father Roman. He was rich, the Gaul only the clothes on his back. He was educated by the finest teachers in Syracuse, the Gaul couldn’t even read. He grew up in a house of plenty, the Gaul was an escaped slave. But yet they were both loyal to Quintus, and there was a certain feeling of camaraderie in that.
It’s odd how he can unite people . It’s something about him, a certain fire in his eyes. He bested dozens of armies from Rome. Clouds change course at the sound of his voice. Hell the goddess Diana herself gifted him a white fawn with clairvoyance. Well, we tell them it’s clairvoyarrrrhhh! *Yawn* clairvoyance anyways.
It was late and they’re about to hit landfall any day now, he didn’t want to sleep past that.
[1] Gaul was a literal roman translation for foreigner, not necessarily referring to ethnicity.
[2]Ilergetae is a tribe that inhabits the northern region of Barcelona, they were only briefly mentioned in Sulla’s memoirs as turncoat allies of Quintus Sertorius’ Hispanic republic.
For any grammatical or anachronistic mistakes I've made please pm me instead of posting here, just a general attempt to reduce the clutter.
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