A tiny light could be seen ahead in the distance, miles away from the ship. All the men aboard the Sanint Anouska wondered and worried for their lives. Cargo and Trade ships were often the preferred target for pirates; Always ended burned down at the bottom of the deep blue.
With all the commotion, word reached Captain Bartholomeu's cabin in just instants. Quickly putting on his trousers under the dim lighting of a large wax candle, Capt. Bartholomeu tried to find his way amidst the narrow halls of the ship. His strength was mighty as he carried his own weight unto the surface where he started to climb the strong knotted ropes unto the visible platform where he spoke to his people to calm the anxiety. His 5'11'' robust figure, dark long curls tied back in a pony tail, and glowing dark eyes instilled fear and order. His posture, straight and sturdy with the glowing light of the moon that accentuated the thick scarred skin on his right cheek all the way up to his eyebrow bone earned him the respect of his crew. Bartholomeu was known to fight until the end, and his motto, eventually adopted by his men out of pure admiration was "Death before Dishonor". He was instantly handed his carefully carved and beautifully made telescope, a gift give to him by the natives along the Peloponessus coast. All the men anxiously awaited the verdict....to fight or not to fight....that was the question at hand that faithful night.
