The rain on the Tiber River gradually stopped, and the sun eagerly peeked out, making even the air become clearer.
On the deck of the French steam frigate "Tunis," Major Luca immediately picked up the binoculars and looked toward the mouth of the river.
This was the only thing he could do at the moment.
Just as he thought he would have to wait another day in vain, a black smoke rose on the horizon of the sea and sky.
Immediately excited, he said to the staff officer, "Major Denibol and the others are back!"
The last message brought back by the messenger two days ago was that the marines had boarded a steam tugboat heading to Rome.
The fleet quickly moved and sailed toward Fiumicino Port to welcome Denibol and the others.
"God bless His Highness the Prince with peace and safety..." He was saying, when suddenly his eyes widened.
