After listening to Davos' words, Agasia looked out at the departing fleet. Remembering the complaints he had heard from Creano and the others in recent days, he nodded."You're right."
Half an hour later, the transport fleet had left Thurii far behind, sailing south along the route to Syracuse.
On the lead ship, Timasone gave a sharp order. The soldiers moved at once, seizing the captain and sailors."We won't harm you," one of them declared loudly, "but you'll need to change course!"
As they reassured the terrified crew, a crimson flag was raised atop the mainmast. Officers scattered across the other ships—who had only received Timasone's secret instructions the previous day—saw the signal and acted quickly. In no time, all forty vessels were under their control.
"Head for the beach between Crimisa and Castellon!" Timasone ordered.
The captain, though pale with fear, still mustered his courage to shout, "What are you planning?!"
