Port of Poseidonia: Diekplous
[The Oarsman’s and Ais]
Let’s not all believe that Atlantis did not have its secrets and dark powers, because it surely did. And this sketch will give birth, one of them. (Part IV)
1
Atlantis, the water tomb
The old king, the Phrygian king of Atlantis, now settled in his aquatic arch-kingdom of what was left of Port Poseidonia, the heart of Atlantis. He thought of the long, arduous years in the watery gulf of Hell, where his ship was his home, as Atlantis had been before, before he ended up in this everlasting, watery tomb of tombs. surround. Yes, a warship Atlantis (small in figure) was their home for a thousand years, how unworthy for a king, a king who ruled the world to the end, from end to end, to end up in such a mundane lifestyle, a nightmare could be added; and now it had become his home again, Atlantis, how strange he thought, sunk into the earth’s crust like a snake trapped in a sinkhole, but his home nonetheless. He had named the ship “Diekplous”, [The Maneuver]: because he could–and had learned-learned carefully, how to maneuver the belly of the ship with agility, all the practice, sailing for a thousand years made his skill as her pilot, masterful: therefore he could run and escape from her enemies, which were many from the Docks of Hell: yes, many, there were many after him, for the King of Demons, Belphegor, had issued what might be called a warrant, a warrant that was attached to a bounty, that implied: whoever brought it back, Phrygian, would be given a high-ranking reward, and in the underworld, it was precious, a valuable commodity not to be taken lightly, if not absolutely priceless.
2
The dwarf triremes
You could estimate the dimensions of the vessel, the Greek-looking warship if you like:
At first glance, one would mistake it for a Greek trireme, that is, at first glance, but a closer look would transform it into reality and thus it would be greatly reduced, say 70%; that she would still be a good-sized boat, propelled by oars or sails; she was about forty feet long, six feet wide, and three feet tall (above water). It could fit, if need be, sixty people, compared to its giant (or normal size) 180 people.
the bow [end of the ship] it was topped with a ram and cutting blade that extended about three feet from the stern [rear part of a ship]. The king had acted as helmsman [pilot] over a thousand years old, driving a double rudder, at the stern. He was, if anything, a master of his trade. At night, he could lower the anchor in a matter of minutes and winch it back on the main deck in seconds. However, the shell of the ship was weakening from the endless churning of the waters beating against her side, and surely it would not last another thousand years.
If there were one of those giant oarsmen, unarmed and in the gulf of hell, hot and airless (usually just a loincloth was necessary to wear, if that), the king could maneuver his double-decked boat quite well, sometimes even command the ship to ram and hit the other unarmed ships, if he got bored. He had not lost his lust for revenge, intrigue, or malice, not even in the pits of hell, and under the umbrella of domination. This was mostly tiring when he noticed, from a distance, that the oarsman was inexperienced; thus, consequently, he would follow the will of his spirit, the bad side of him.
This particular ship was quite heavy and rarely needed an oar to move, as the winds seemed to do their bidding little by little. However, there were those days when the king and queen (Ais) had to do both, paddle the water with their oars. Sometimes the king would hum so that he and Ais could keep time by rowing, counting to the beat. Meanwhile, Ais was looking at him with great respect, something she didn’t seem to lose, especially now that life had placed a merciless dilemma on his shoulders.
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the sin of ais
What is a queen’s sin might not be a king’s sin, it is hard to say, but for women, changing their minds is often due to guilt, or can be, and living in a watery grave in which they had wrapped up, reluctantly. one can have doubts about what was done in the past, so the will, the push of the will, makes the spirit of the person, makes them make concessions, and one finds oneself saying small truths that in a moment he thought it best to leave them alone. .
Tons of evocative time, to think time was in his hands, to write poetry in the back of one’s mind, on the ebony wood of the ship, carve the thoughts into it, if need be; also on the stones of the Atlantis cemetery, this was what she did, little by little, and so in a day’s work, one day, she wrote everything on the stone, all her previous thoughts, those carved in stone and wood, all these past thoughts, fibers of guilt that were turning into shame; she carved them in stone, like petroglyphs, one day in the broken halls of Atlantis.
–The day of the Hippokamp (Aon) had returned to her mind, I’m not sure why, but it did, possibly had returned several times, it was, for better or worse, her first encounter with love. and sex, sex and lust, lust and desire, which had turned to guilt and now shame, or was it more than shame [?]
She recalled the occasion, she was on her way to meet the king from her home island, she was young and gullible back then, and the Hippokamp, known for his mastery and prowess in the art of love, lulled her to sleep like a skillful sculpture. . The trip lasted several days and they got to know each other quite a bit, Aon and Ais, Ais and Aon, every day one or the other saw each other and connected, connected with sight and voice and none of them turned around and ran, run to hide from the other, to escape his desires, because she was going to be the king’s wife. Oh, he told himself a long time ago, he had put it aside, perhaps by mistake he had put it aside, for now he was thinking about that, about that: but how can you forget hours of love making love at its peak; it was never reproduced by the king in such a way: with all his glory and heart, and love, never duplicated in such an erotic way. He seduced her little by little, more each day, a little more, just a little more, with her mysticism, enveloping her in his faint magical powers of lust, dancing slowly in her eyes, yes, like white flashes of strange potions of stars. dust, crimson stardust, mixed with desire until they both melted together, melted like mist raising a halo, and around a mountain until she passed into the heavens, and all that was left was the bare mountain. When he left, he left a warm feeling in her, inside her, warm and longing; she had never been forgotten, evidently unsinkable. She still danced in her stomach, in her throat the silence of desire; yet with guilt, or so she believed it was her fault: ‘what else could it be?’ she wondered as she carved her sin in stone so that her husband could see it and deal with it, torture her for it. Possibly leaving her for that, or is that what she wanted, a way out, who knows. What would she do then, she wondered, or she knew.
And so it was on this day, during this time she wrote her piety poem on stone, left the poem exposed on the rock for her husband to see, and when he did, she just crossed it out, as if she had nothing. worth. What else could she do, she was no fool.
4
ephialtes
Khsha-yar-shan [Ruler of Heroes/the Kings Throne]
More than nine thousand years had passed, and Anases was still searching for his lost scrolls, when a man named Ephialtes was found hanging around in an unoccupied diving boat (a small boat), empty except for him, of course. He had said that he escaped from the adventurous clutches of Belphegor, he had said it for the salvation of him, whom he called Anases, because it was he who found him adrift and took him to the subterranean passages that lead to this ancient Mecca. . the ancient city of Atlantis, now just a tomb, half underwater, half up in the center of the subterranean mountain. Ephialtes accompanied the scribe Anases. Here Efialtes would be the assistant of Anases looking for the lost rolls; how he would make friends with Ais and Phrygian.
It was not known by the three, that Ephialtes was the great traitor of the Greek nation; the one that would change or had altered the fate and course of world history. Maybe he planned to do the same in hell.
