December 25, 2012 at 4:10pm

The sea in the Straits looks calm on the surface in spite of the currents.

Off the coastal plain where Achaeans and Trojans waged war for ten years, ships now pass quietly. Winds, waves, gales, are still lurking, just as when they were kept at bay by sacrifices to the Gods. But, everything else looks different.

The large eyes on our ship’s bow look concentrated on the course, as much as those of the helmsman. The oars have been pulled onboard: here the wind always blows southward, in our direction and the wide square sail…