Fortunately I have a string of fire beacons left on hills from Troy to Mycenae (left by Clytemnestra when she needed warning that Agamemnon was on his way home, so she could boot Aga-whatzizname out of her bed) so I'll be able to keep in touch.

Where's that smelly Egyptian Oset?

Him, me & Toby have some unfinished business to settle. Jot promised us TREASURE after the last "AncientWorlds Launch." We tried asking nicely, we tried saying "Pretty Please," but now we're just gonna TAKE IT!

Peg leg Toby, chart a course for Jot's domus, on the Greek Isle of Corcyra, I reckon.

That island has been conquered so many times, that the Romans have a saying:
"Corcyra's free - you can crap where you like!"

[I'm NOT making this up, honest, it's in Strabo's Geography]

So, when we land, me hearties, careful where you stand!

Thiu Red bed, Corny Red hed & Vort Red bum, prepare to launch landing boats.

Herky, I want you to creep on all fours through that low scrub, and scope out the lay of the land.

Vort, you go cover her rear.