The ship sliced through the waves with a determined purpose, propelled by the steady rhythm of the oars and the unfurling sails catching the wind. At the top of the vessel, overlooking the expanse of the sea, stood Frederick, his eyes scanning the horizon with anticipation. The sea breeze tousled his hair as he eagerly awaited the moment when the shores of Prevesa would come into view. The journey had been long and arduous, but Frederick's excitement grew with each passing moment. He could almost taste the salty air of Prevesa and feel the warmth of the sun on his face as he imagined stepping foot on its shores.
The prospect of reuniting with Conradin, his dear friend and ally, filled Frederick with a sense of excitement. Their camaraderie had weathered the storms of war, and now, as the ship sailed toward the besieged city, Frederick looked forward to sharing the latest developments, strategies, and, perhaps, a moment of respite in the company of a trusted companion.
