The ships of the black sails bobbed in the water just outside the Hellene harbor.

The fire pots covered to keep the safety of peace between the two allies.

A single boat rowed to shore with a messenger from the Cilician King
to be delivered to the Dock Master and the Palace and the Meeting Halls at Athens.

QUOTE:
My dear Brothers and Sisters,
The Mighty Leading Houses of the Hellenes,

I, Shazir Heart of the Flame, bring to you the fruits of those so called pirates of Crete.
The property of the Hellenes stolen from their houses and vessels by simple worthless bandits.

The ease in which my corsairs defeated these thieves proves they are not worthy to keep the lands they claim. I suggest even that they should be forfeited to you who suffered.

I come to return these gifts and release those lands to a better owner.
They are meager though and have little else to offer. What wealth they had was only stolen from you.
If you refuse their lands then I will not bother to hold them either.

I request audience with you to celebrate our friendship.
To Feast with you.
To Deliver my gifts.
To Drink of the excellent wines you and your Gods favor.

I will enter the harbor at sunrise tomorrow and will await escort from your docks.
All weapons and ceremonial armor properly tied with peace-knots and seals of wax to keep each of our people from harm.

Joy and Strength to you!!
Long live our United Glory!

-Shazir Heart of the Flame
King of the Cilician Corsairs

The rounds were kept along with the watch and good discipline while the King awaited the sunrise with his fleet. The Truth of Zoroaster knew this was a future of greatness in its birthing.

A hawk landing on the Kings vessel greeted the King as a familiar just before he retired to rest.
A smile riding his lips as he took the creature into his cabin, one last look to the shore.