Crooked Bridges: Day One

Rome 475 Anno Domini:

"The message is of absolutely vital importance, and should be delivered at the earliest possible date. The contents would be useless to you, and detrimental to The Cause in the wrong hands. Godspeed."

The Messenger of the Navigantium bowed and withdrew. He mounted his steed and rode swiftly to the docks, knowing every instant could be the difference between life and death. Not the life and death of one man, or even one nation, but of everyone who would ever live. He reached the water and the tide was with him. The ship was pulling at its cables, the captain and the sailors waiting silently for his arrival.

The voyage was ill fated, the powers of the sea seemed to be set against them. The ship foundered and was shattered by the storms. But one escaped the oceans wrath, whether guarded by a power of his own, through his own merits, or through some mere twist in the loom of fate cannot be said.