“Weren’t you the one who told us there was no point fretting over what might have been? We’d all like to go back and make better choices, but that just isn’t the way it works. We have one chance, even if the world rests on it. I might not have sailed Accipiter down that piece of coast, but if I hadn’t, who knows? I might have become ill or been stabbed in an inn, or fallen down steps and broken my head open. There just isn’t any point in worrying about it. We take each day as it comes and make the best decisions we can.”

“And if they turn out badly?” Julius muttered.

Gaditicus shrugged. “I usually blame the gods.”

“Do you believe in them?” Julius asked.

“You can’t sail a ship without knowing there’s something more than men and stones. As for all the temples, I’ve always played it safe with my offerings. It doesn’t hurt anyone and you never know.”

Julius smiled slightly at the practical philosophy. “I hope . . . that I will see Pelitas again,” he said.

Gaditicus nodded. “We all will, but not for a while yet,” he replied. He dropped his hand from Julius’s shoulder as he went below, leaving him there with his face turned into the sea breeze.

When he was alone, Julius closed his eyes and stood still for a long time.

*                                                      *                                                      *

The following morning, Julius split his men into two crews. He was tempted to take the captain’s post in the faster pirate ship but, going on instinct, gave it to Ventulus’s captain-owner, Durus. The man had missed the fight completely, locked in his cabin, but when he understood the situation, he stopped shouting about the cargo they had thrown overboard. He hated the pirates as much as any of the crew and took great pleasure from seeing them bound as he had been only a few hours before.

When Julius made the offer, Durus took his hand to seal the bargain.

“Both ships are mine when you’ve found the man you want?”

“Unless one of them is sunk when we attack Celsus. My men will need a vessel to get back to Roman lands. I’d like it to be his, but he knows his business and taking it won’t be easy, if we can find him at all,” Julius replied, wondering how far he could trust the captain. To be certain of his loyalty, he would let only a few of the Ventulus crew go with him onto the other ship. His legionaries would keep the captain’s nerve for him, if it faltered.

Durus looked pleased, as well he might. Selling the captured ship would bring him far more than the value of the cargo he had lost, though he had groaned when he heard the ivory had been dropped overboard.