Autumn 1096 SR
The morning wore on. Charlaine stood at the aft railing, watching the enemy ships following in their wake.
“How many, do you think?” she asked.
Captain Logar shrugged. “Does it matter? They’ve more than enough to take us.”
“They"re spreading out.”
“They have to, or they’d be hitting each other. It takes space to row those things, and that’s our only advantage.”
Charlaine smiled. “You rammed that harbour galley. Wouldn"t that tactic work again?”
Logar shook his head. “No, they’re too large, and we’re already taking on water.”
“Are we in danger of sinking?”
“Relax,” he soothed. “All ships leak to one extent or another, we’ve plenty of time left to worry about that. It’s the attacking biremes that will cause us the real trouble.”
“We have the wind, at least.”
“It won
