Pirates of Poseidon: An Ancient Greek Mystery
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When scribe Nico and his perceptive friend Thrax travel with their master to the island of Aegina, the boys are once again faced with a mystery. A merchant is seeking a valuable ring that was stolen from him, so he can avoid a curse. But on the seas around one of the richest islands in the world lurks a pirate with a golden mask, who is also in pursuit of the ring. Can Nico and Thrax follow the clues, rescue the ring and escape from the pirates of Poseidon?
This dramatic and mysterious tale is packed with wonderful characters and insight into the daily life of the ancient Greeks, a required topic in the KS2 History curriculum. Perfect for fans of the Roman Mysteries, or anyone interested in ancient Greece.
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Pirates of Poseidon - Saviour Pirotta
For Pauline Thresh and Kirsty Fenn at Leeds School Library Services, and for librarians everywhere. The world would be a much poorer place without them.
CONTENTS
The Ship With No Eyes
Master Ariston’s Play
A Ship in the Night
A Party in Aegina
The Ring of the Harpies Again
A Nasty Surprise
A New Case for the Medusa League
A Secret Meeting Place
Footprints in the Dust
The Ghost at the Shrine
The Pond
Poison
The Mysterious Cave
Toy Soldiers and Marbles
Spies in the Night
Thrax Explains It All
Melinoe
The Discus Thrower
Prisoners
Alexa
A Friend to the Rescue
The Festival of Poseidon
Escape
The Jaws of Charybdis
New Members for the Medusa League
Glossary
Greek Gods and Myths
Acknowledgments
PROLOGUE
The Ship With No Eyes
Late Summer, 433 BC
The warship moved swiftly through the night, a vast shadow propelled by thirty oarsmen who worked in total silence. Its wooden hull was painted jet black to match its one rectangular sail. There was no wind and the sail hung limply against the mast. It had a golden mask painted across it, glaring out over the sea with blank, hollow eyes. The rowers wore masks too, though theirs were black and had small eyeholes through which they could peep.
A small group of hoplites stood at the back of the ship, bristling with spears. The soldiers also wore masks: shiny black ones that made them look like human ants. And they had been trained to fight with the ruthlessness of ants too. Legend had a name for them: myrmidons.
The only sound on board the ship came from the piper sitting at the stern. He was not playing music to soothe the rowers or honour the gods. The short, sharp notes from his aulos helped the rowers work in perfect rhythm.
Toot… toot… toot.
A small lamp flickered at an altar beside him, throwing shadows on a small image of Poseidon, god of the sea. The rest of the ship was shrouded in darkness.
A tall man stood at the prow with his back to the rowers and the hoplites. He was dressed in a thick himation pulled over his head to conceal his face. A second, shorter figure stood next to him. This person also wore a cloak over his head. Its folds fell around his round shoulders making him look like a bloated ghost. On his feet he had expensive boot sandals, cut from the best leather. They were new and creaked as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
Earlier, the night had been clear, with bright stars strewn like gold dust across the sky. But now a thick mist rose out of the sea, wrapping the black ship in a ghostly veil that blotted out the stars and hid the coast from view. A worried murmur went through the rowers even as they struggled to keep up with the piper. This part of Hellas was infamous for its hidden reefs. Many a ship had run aground on them, sending its unlucky crew to the bottom of the sea.
A few broke the silence and called out Poseidon’s name. ‘Oh, god of the sea, protect us. We beg you.’
The tall man in the himation barked out an order. ‘Be quiet! Fools.’
He threw a glance at his shorter companion. Unlike the sailors, the tall man considered the mist a sign of good fortune. It was the breath of the dark gods and spirits that lurked under the waves. Those gods were his mentors and guardians. His inspiration. He wrapped his hands around a golden amulet hanging from a chain round his neck, an image of Melinoe, the much-feared goddess of ghosts. It always brought him good luck.
Let my plan succeed, oh sacred dark one, he murmured. Answer my prayers and I will make you the most revered goddess in the world. I shall build temples for you everywhere.
The ship’s helmsman, the man in charge of the rowers, spoke through the mist. ‘I suggest we slow down a little, sir. If memory serves me well, we must be very close to the shore. We don’t want to run aground on some hidden rocks.’
The man in the himation answered without turning. ‘The gods of the sea will not let us perish. Have faith in the dark ones. And in me. I know these waters like the back of my hand.’
He snapped his fingers at the piper, who tooted faster. The ship gathered speed, some of the rowers crying out in pain as the oars slipped out of their hands.
The tall man nudged his companion. ‘Bring a light.’
The shorter fellow carried an unlit torch to Poseidon’s altar and returned with it flaming and guttering. The man in the himation took it from him and waved it in a huge arc above his head.
A second light flashed through the mist and the tall man barked an order at the helmsman. ‘Tell the men to stop rowing.’
The piper put down his aulos and the warship juddered to a halt.
‘There is someone waiting on the shore,’ continued the tall man, looking at the hoplites. ‘You – go and fetch him. And make sure he has come alone.’
The man waiting on the shore had been there for hours, hidden behind a huge rock. Now he saw a raft approaching through the mist. It had a crew of three, two rowing, one standing to attention with a spear. A hoplite. When it came close to the rocks, the man stepped out of his hiding place.
‘Hold up your torch so we can see,’ called the hoplite. ‘Are you alone?’
The man on the shore did as he was asked, while at the same time patting a small jewelled dagger hidden under his sash. He was glad he’d brought it with him. Pirates were notorious for their quick temper. You never knew when you might need a knife to defend yourself. ‘Yes, I came alone. I was warned not to bring anyone with me.’
He was a short man, hugely fat, wrapped in thick layers of multi-coloured silk. His hair was heavily oiled and reflected the light from the torch. Gold rings sparkled on his fingers and hung from his fleshy ears. He waited till the raft touched the rocks, then stepped deftly aboard, carrying his bulk with surprising ease. The hoplite snatched the torch from him and hopped on to the shore. He peered around.
‘You will not find anyone hiding behind the rocks,’ wheezed the fat man. ‘Cyrus the treasure hunter always keeps his word, especially to esteemed pirates such as yourselves.’
The hoplite doused the torch in the sea before climbing back on the raft. He pushed away from the rocks with the back end of his spear and the other two men started rowing again. A coastal breeze had thinned the sea fret and Cyrus could see the warship’s immense hull looming above him. All seafaring vessels had eyes painted on the prow, to help them find their way and to scare away storms, but the eyes on this ship had been blacked out.
Cyrus shook his head at the folly of this. Did the captain of this vessel consider himself immune to the anger of the gods and the ocean spirits? A ship without eyes was blind and cursed. It would lead its men to certain death at the bottom of the sea.
Hands reached down from the bulwarks as the raft bumped against the hull. Cyrus let them haul him aboard, careful to avoid the oars, whose sharp blades could crack his skull open like an egg.
Clambering aboard, he thought he heard ghosts wailing deep inside the ship. He shivered and made the sign of the horn with his left hand to ward off evil. Were they the voices of dead sailors? Could this mysterious ship with its blind hull and masked rowers be haunted?
One of two men standing at the prow spoke without turning. ‘Welcome, oh finder of lost treasures.’
‘I am honoured to be on board your ship,’ replied Cyrus, lying through his teeth. Now that his feet were planted firmly on the boards, he could not hear the ghostly voices any more. Perhaps his imagination had played a trick on him.
He turned to the crew. ‘A blessed evening to all.’ He forced himself to smile, expecting someone to return his greeting. No one spoke. The rowers and hoplites merely stared back at him, their eyes glinting through the peepholes in their masks.
Without warning, the piper started tooting on his aulos. The ship lurched, catching Cyrus off balance. He crashed to the deck, banging his head on the planks.
The ghostly voices rang through Cyrus’s head again. He shook it to clear his mind and looked around in alarm. The warship was moving swiftly, heading back out to sea.
The taller of the two men at the prow turned suddenly, revealing a golden mask on his face. Cyrus caught his breath. The man in the golden mask was the most notorious – the most feared – pirate in the Hellenic world. Cyrus gazed into his eyes as if hypnotised, like a mouse caught in a serpent’s glare.
The mask was the most exquisite thing he had ever seen. The cheekbones were high, the eyes narrow slits. There was a short curly beard carved along the chin. A crown of