Of all the 93 warships, in all the 3,800 spearman, in all the 3,000 axemen, and in all the 7,000 archers, Gofi had the worst job.

The divine fire job.

Jeruk had been enraged when he heard the defiance of the peoples to the south. He claimed they were arrogant for thinking walls would keep him out, and that their unity would prevent their deaths. He raged and raged and then formed a plan. He had his captains come to court and sent them southwards with his chieftains' men. He had his Copper Siyar make him fifty two more ships, and sent them south with his forces. He had the Obsidian Siyar cook up some strange decoction, and claimed that he would destroy his foes with the Divine Fire of a god's wrath. Only then did he show a grim satisfaction, or so Gofi had been told.

This particular divine fire, stuck to everything. Stuck to stone, stuck to metal, stuck to wood, stuck to flesh, even slid across water and kept burnin' on and on. It would burn and burn and burn until it saw fit to stop burning. Nothing could quench it except death and destruction.

Divine fire for the catapults, Divine Fire for the arrows, enough of it to bring ruination down on the Troians and the Pelarians. And Gofi's job was the guard the ingredients on this tub so that they may be mixed when they land on the island of Traeus before the battle. The plan was to land, mix the insidiou potion before the battle, and load the catapults up with it and reduce Trae to a plunderable cinder.

And of course, every pirate wanted to mix some in with his drink. They would need all 13,800 men, all 40 catapults, all 93 ships, and all the Divine Fire for this battle. Because when they destroyed the army here, the rest of Troia and Pelaris was completely undefended.