Menedemos only shrugged. 'We'll find out when we get a little closer. One of the Kyklades, anyway. I was aiming for Mykonos, but you don't always hit what you aim for when you get out of sight of land.' 'If that is Mykonos, we'll see a couple of little islands off to the south and east,' Aristeidas told Sostratos. 'I mean little islands, not much more than rocks.' 'Does anyone live on them?' Sostratos asked. The lookout shrugged. 'Probably - but they aren't places where you'd want to stop and find out, if you know what I mean.' In due course, the little islands did appear. Menedemos seemed as proud of them as if he'd invented them himself. 'Is that navigating, or is that navigating?' he crowed when Sostratos came back to the poop deck. 'That's navigating, or else good fortune.' Sostratos had been annoyed enough lately that he wanted to annoy his cousin in return. But, to his own further annoyance, he couldn't. Menedemos just grinned at him and said, 'You're right, of course. If you think I'll complain when the gods throw me a little good fortune, you're daft.' That didn't even leave Sostratos any room to quarrel. He said, 'We ought to put in at the island and take on water. We're getting low.' 'All right.' Now Menedemos didn't look quite so happy. After a moment, though, he brightened. 'I'll anchor offshore and let them bring it out in boats. That'll be easier and faster than beaching.' 'More expensive, too,' Sostratos pointed out. 'While we're going out to Italy, we spend money,' Menedemos said airily. 'When we get there, we make money.' That was indeed how things were supposed to work. Menedemos took it for granted that they would work that way. Sostratos was the one who had to make them work that way. He started to get annoyed all over again, but checked himself. I take it for granted that we'll get to Italy so I can work on seeing that the voyage turns a profit. Menedemos is that one who has to make things work that way. The Aphrodite anchored off Panormos, on the northern coast of Mykonos. Her arrival at first produced more alarm in the little town than anything else. Only after a good deal of shouting could Menedemos convince the locals he wasn't commanding a pirate ship. 'They think everything with oars is full of corsairs,' he grumbled. 'Maybe they have reason to think so,' Sostratos answered. 'If they do, we need to be wary in these waters.' Menedemos clicked his tongue between his teeth. 'I suppose so. Well, it's not as if it's something we didn't already know.' With obvious relief at changing the subject, he pointed to the town. 'Here comes the first boat.'
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