The sun reflected on the clouds and down on the darkening sea, a sheet of bronze over a sea of blood.Arete and Atlantae were not the only ships crewed by heroes – this was evidenced by the fact that the titanic enemy tenner had got her fires out, off to windward, and the column of smoke was carried away by the rising wind. Satyrus could imagine what it must have been like – the rowing decks an inferno, and a handful of brave men forcing themselves into the fire to pour helmets full of water on the flames. But the burning ship had covered their retreat, and the desperation of every Antigonid ship to come the aid of their stricken king had saved Ptolemy’s centre.Satyrus, leaning exhausted between the oars of his helm, had no need to count the Ptolemy fleet to see who had won. The result was obvious. Ptolemy’s fleet was badly gored – thirty or more ships lost in the action and the rest moving sluggishly, running downwind towards Aegypt, abandoning their camp.The worst of it was that Demetrios and Plistias were so relatively unhurt that their lighter ships were mounting a pursuit.
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