I want to believe one belongs to Pietro Loredan, a Venetian badass from the 1400s 😎

I, as commander, vigorously attacked the first galley, which put up a stout defense, being excellently manned by courageous Turks who fought like dragons. With gods help I overcame her, and cut most of the said turks to pieces.

Yet it cost me much to save her, for other galleys bore down upon my port quarter, raking me with their arrows. Indeed, I felt them; for one struck me in the left cheek, just below the eye, piercing the cheek and nose, and another passed through my left hand. And these were only the serious wounds, I received many others about the body and my right arm, but these were of comparatively little consequence.

I did not retire, nor would I have retired while life remained in me; but fighting vigorously I drove back the attackers, took the first galley and hoisted my flag on her, then turning suddenly around I rammed a galleot, cutting many of her crew to pieces, put some of my own men aboard and and again ran up my flag

Their fleet fought on superbly, for they were manned by the flower of Turkish seamen, but by God’s grade and the intercession of St. Mark our Evangelist we at last put them to flight, many of their men to their shame leaping into the sea. The battle lasted from early morning till past two o’ clock, we took six of their galleys with their crews, and nine galleots. The turks that were on them were all put to the sword, including the admiral and all his nephews and other great captains.

And aboard the captured vessels we found Genoese, Catalans, Sicilians, Provençals, and Cretans, of whom those who had not perished in the battle I myself ordered to be cut up and hanged, together with all the pilots and the navigators, so that the turks have no more of them at the present.

Among them was Giorgio Calergi, a rebel against your Grace, whom despite his many wounds I ordered to be quartered on the poop of my own galley, a warning to any christian base enough to take service with the infedel henceforth.

The battle over, we sailed beneath the walls of Gallipoli, bombarding them with missiles and calling on those within to come out and fight, but they would not. So we drew away, to allow them men to refresh themselves and dress their wounds.

Don’t have a link to the source anymore 🙁