A small navy of ten strong longships. Crossing eras and technology into a single construction intended for war. Ten minutes remained till their departure. An hour remained till their inevitable battle.
The jetty of the harbour was surrounded by the longships. At the end of the long bridge of wooden planks was Kazi, feet in the cold water, relaxing. He peered over his shoulder to a nearby longship, where William and Max were. The work was done, so the two were talking about their respective lives.
Max was super chill. He listened to William's complaints about high school and how he often went to the gym. The Templar had removed his helmet, nodding along kindly. He was middle-aged with short cropped brown hair and visibly dry lips.
