[In 6 years, Spyros tried to haul the net.] [calling.]

Perseus. Perseus!

[Perseus appears and grabs the rope.]

Getting frail, old man? [He haul the net. while Spyros grabs the net.]

[calling.]

Marmara! Marmara! [Marmara turns to Spyros.; The net is up and there isn't any fish.] Another day, nothing! Caught on the reef! To whom do I direct our gratitude for this glorious bounty?

Spyros, please.---

Poseidon!, Zeus! Who do I thank, Marmara?

Thank the men who provoke them.---

They crush my island, They put a plague on yours, They take from us what they want! We're their slaves!

The gods gave us life. For that, we should be thankful.

FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK the gods.they want us to love them anyway. One day, somebody's gonna have to make a stand. One day, somebody's gonna have to say: "Enough."