Mighty fleets cross the torrential sea of the Mediterranean, the only route between the continents, their way lit by the Stars, the manifestation of God's will. Yet even in his waning state, the Pope continues his vigilance. He is the Lord of all Christendom for whom a hundred souls are pledged a day, so Christianity may never die. He is an ailing man speaking the holy word that echoes back to the Roman Empire. He is the Master of the Flock by the will of God, and master of a million souls by divine right.
For more than ten centuries a Pope has sat immobile on the Throne of Catholicism.
