'You're not sailing today, though?' 'Not unless we get three or four more passengers in a tearing hurry,' Sostratos assured him. 'We have some cargo to unload, too. Come down to the beach every morning for the next few days, and we won't leave without you.' 'Fair enough,' Philippos said. Kallikrates dipped his head in agreement. They both ambled off the beach and back up toward the town that had sprung into being at Tainaron. 'Well, there's two,' Menedemos said to Sostratos. 'Not so bad, the first day we anchor offshore.' 'No, not so bad, provided we get away with coming here in the first place,' Sostratos replied. 'If this were a proper harbor, a harbor where honest men came, we wouldn't have to anchor offshore.' 'This is a harbor where honest men come,' Menedemos said with a grin he no doubt intended as disarming. 'We're here, aren't we?' 'Yes, and I still wish we weren't,' Sostratos said. His cousin's grin turned sour. That didn't keep Menedemos from getting into the boat with him and returning to the Aphrodite. Sostratos raised an eyebrow as they climbed up into the akatos. 'I don't see you spending the night ashore, honest man.' This time, Menedemos was the one who said, 'Oh, shut up,' from which Sostratos concluded he'd made his point. They got another passenger the next day, a Cretan slinger named Rhoikos. 'I'm right glad to get out of here,' he said, his Doric drawl far thicker than that of the Rhodians. 'Everything's dear as can be in these here parts, and I was eating up my silver waiting around for somebody to hire me. Don't reckon I'll have much trouble getting 'em to take me on over across the sea. Always a war somewheres in them parts.' He tried to haggle Sostratos down from his price. Sostratos declined to haggle; Rhoikos had made it clear he didn't want to stay in Tainaron. The slinger complained, but he said he'd come down to the beach every morning, too. For the next three days, though, nobody showed any interest in going to Italy. Menedemos grumbled and fumed up on the foredeck. Sostratos tried to console him: 'The peahens are laying more eggs.' 'You were the one who wanted to get out of here,' Menedemos snapped. 'D'you think you're the only one?' Sostratos stared at him. 'I thought you were as happy as a pig in acorns.' 'Do I look that stupid?' his cousin said in a low voice. 'I put up a bold front for the men. So I took you in, too, eh? Good. We'll make money here, and that's why we came, but I'll thank all the gods when the cape slides under the horizon.' Plucking at his beard, Sostratos murmured, 'There's more to you than meets the eye.' 'You don't need to
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