the war galley in a new light. His grin widened. John's eyes danced back and forth between the galley, his own ship, and the fleet of enemy transports.
By the time the dromon pulled alongside, his grin was almost blinding.
"Oh, those sorry bastards are fucked," he said cheerfully. "Fucked."
A minute later, John and his crewmen were helping Belisarius aboard the pamphylos.
After giving John a brief but powerful embrace, Belisarius immediately climbed up to the wood-castle. Quickly, he examined the bombs resting in open crates next to the artillery engines. The bombs were carefully nestled in wads of thick wool.
"Firebombs?" he asked. "Or gunpowder?"
The general nodded toward Ashot, who was still standing in the bow of the dromon.
"Ashot told me you discovered
By the time the dromon pulled alongside, his grin was almost blinding.
"Oh, those sorry bastards are fucked," he said cheerfully. "Fucked."
A minute later, John and his crewmen were helping Belisarius aboard the pamphylos.
After giving John a brief but powerful embrace, Belisarius immediately climbed up to the wood-castle. Quickly, he examined the bombs resting in open crates next to the artillery engines. The bombs were carefully nestled in wads of thick wool.
"Firebombs?" he asked. "Or gunpowder?"
The general nodded toward Ashot, who was still standing in the bow of the dromon.
"Ashot told me you discovered