Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rumors are always rife, my dear.

Take it to him yourself, Lord Loukas,

at the gates of Constantinople.

not least because there's also the risk the Byzantines might be helped

Let me take your message. No one sees a girl like me.

and the Turkish admiral gets his ships into position.

-Maybe back in your day-- -Enough!

In the Sea of Marmara, the winds have died completely.

Mehmed will lead his dogs home with their tail between their legs!

repel every attack.

[Sengör] A hundred and forty piece Ottoman Navy

[narrator] John Grant torches the tunnels with Greek Fire,

the tower of Galata.

what would happen then?

[shouting] You dare challenge your supreme leader?

[Brownworth] So the four ships are sailing,

the timing is right.

causing them to collapse.

I... I don't understand, Sultan, you want to move the army?

Hello, you wee shite!

Lash the ships together!

and these big filthy Turk bastards will have our balls for breakfast!

I would have gladly died on my ship,

and the navy behind that will fire the ships

[Ana] We are a quarter of a mile outside the Ottoman camp.

Near, but not impossible.

[Candarli] Just the first of many Christian fleets, I fear.

The Sea of Marmara is renowned for its treacherous winds and currents.

and he has a kind of sense of destiny riding with him.

If they can't break through them...