The return of the fallen king

Chapter 44: Upcoming storm

As the sun rose over the sea, a fleet of ships sailed through the Mediterranean. The ships were sleek and elegant, and it was clear that they were the work of Venice, a city famous for its naval prowess. The ships were a spectacle to behold, with their masts and sails rising high above the water and their hulls cutting through the waves with ease. The fleet sailed forth majestically, a testament to the skill and power of Venice, as they made their way towards their destination. The scene was one of grandeur and majesty as the fleet soared across the water with confidence, strength, and grace.

The man leading the fleet was a tall and powerful person with a sense of majesty and authority. He had a powerful presence, and his demeanor showed that he was a man who was both skilled and experienced in command. He was leading the fleet with confidence and strength, and it was clear that he was a capable and formidable man who would be able to get the job done. He was a symbol of the strength and power of Venice, and the fleet followed his lead with great trust and respect.

The man leading the fleet was Lorenzo Zeno, a nephew of the current Venetian doge, Reniero Zeno. He was not a man to be trifled with, but he was also not a mere brute. He was a leader that the men under his command respected and trusted, and he inspired confidence in those who followed him. Lorenzo Zeno was a bold and decisive leader, and the men under his command were confident in his ability to get them to their destination safely and effectively. His presence on the ship was a reassurance that everything would be all right, and he was a powerful and experienced naval commander. The fleet sailed forth confidently under his leadership, with no fear of what they would encounter on the waters and no uncertainty about their objective. Lorenzo Zeno was a man of great courage and ability, and the men under his command respected and trusted him completely. They were truly fortunate to have him leading them in this important venture.

As the Venetians sailed through the Mediterranean, a sense of pride and grandeur could be seen on each of their faces. No doubt the Venetian Republic had long held pride in their great navy, and having them on Charles' side was a definite advantage over the Genoese in the upcoming conflict with Conradin. They knew that any direct confrontation with the Genoese would result in a victory for them. They were proud of their fleet, confident in their abilities, and ready and willing to take on the Genoese in battle. This was a battle of pride and superiority, and the Venetians were determined to show them who was truly the stronger force on the high seas. They had the most powerful navy in the Mediterranean, and they knew that they had the skills and the resources to confront and defeat any enemy.

There was a certain sense of grandeur and supremacy in their air, and they were determined to show that to anyone stupid enough to confront them.

Lorenzo sat on his personal deck, grinning to himself and considering the situation while the fleet navigated the waves.

'Since Charles ascended to the throne, approximately four months have passed, and he has already requested assistance from our republic. Normally, we probably wouldn't offer much assistance, but things are different now. It had brought word that Conradin had struck up some bargains with the Genoese and acquired a fleet from them when it arrived at my uncle's home. And of course, we're always ready to deliver a lesson to the Genoese; it would appear that their most recent setback ten years ago was insufficient to convince them to submit to us. Who am I, after all, to complain?'It would be blasphemy to insult the hand that provided me with the opportunity, so in a way I should thank Genoa and Conradin for giving me the chance to elevate my status in the eyes of the council of forty. This is the opportunity I have been searching for to gain enough prestige to enter politics "della Serenata."

Lorenzo still laughed in his mind when he thought about the meeting between the French envoy and his uncle. The French diplomats had come before the Doge in a sign of submission and respect and had asked for the Republic's aid against Conradin. The Doge had a reputation for his ruthlessness and political acumen, and it was clear that the French wanted to appease him and curry favor. The Doge had accepted the diplomats' plea, and so the two nations were now bound together in a military alliance. To be honest, Venice was in the alliance to show Europe that they were the masters of the sea and that they had no rival; helping out Charles was in fact just a secondary objective, for they could not gain much from Charles anymore; it was instead more proficient to humiliate Genoa once again.

While the navy's commander was lost in thought, however, a knock resounded on the deck, awakening him from his daydreaming. It seemed like it must be something important, so he quickly summoned a crew member to find out what was going on. The crew member returned with a message for his admiral; he came to inform him that they were about to arrive in the new Sicilian capital, Naples, and that they were ready to track to the port and get enough supplies for the journey. The admiral quickly summoned the other commanders from the other ships in the fleet, and they all gathered together on the flagship of the fleet. The officers were informed of the news that the Sicilian capital of Naples would be their next destination, and they would have to make sure to stock up on supplies for the journey. The fleet made their way towards Naples, their ships cutting through the water with power and grace as they sailed towards the Sicilian capital. When they arrived in Naples, the officers sent out small ships to begin replenishing the supplies and restocking the vessels.

While there, Lorenzo noticed that the sun was about to set and, as such, decided that it would be a good idea to rest in the capital for the night in order to get on the good side of his crew. Lorenzo gave each crew member of his flagship four silver coins to spend on whoring or getting drunk, knowing that they deserved a little bit of fun and relaxation after the days they had spent at sea. However, he also made sure to set down some basic rules and procedures for discipline to make sure there was no excess. He was a kind and gracious man, but he also knew the importance of discipline and good order, especially when it came to men of war. It was ordered for them to be on the ship tomorrow morning before the church's service ; if they did not manage to do so, Lorenzo swore that he would depart without them. Such things would surely mean death for them, since they would have no money and they would be speaking a language completely different from the one in the city (there was no Italian language, and people from different regions like Florence and Naples could not understand each other).

Indeed, Lorenzo was aware of the importance of keeping his men happy and content, especially when it came to war. He did not want his crew to get discontented or disgruntled, as that could lead to mutinies and insubordination. He knew that a happy crew was an efficient and effective crew, and so he tried to ensure that his men were kept well fed and well rested. He also made sure to reward those men who proved themselves most loyal and valuable, and he did his best to create a friendly and welcoming environment within the fleet. After all, during sea battles, nobody can know what will happen, and how one is seen by his crew can be the difference between life and death in a dire and deadly situation.

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