March 4, 1651, Thursday morning
With overcast skies and cool temperatures, and a gentle prevailing wind
Yet another cool morning begins with the rising of the sun, though its cloudy and grey. The night before was no worse for temperature, and the party bore up quite well. Arkemis makes apologies to his masters for the weather being so god-forsaken cold, and spends half the night waking and attending the fires to keep the party warm and content.
Carlito wonders aloud to Enrico if the summer is as hot and unpleasant here in Greece as it is in Italy, and makes an unhappy comment about Tazio having a roof to sleep under.
You eat a hearty breakfast near the gray-blue water, no longer the brilliant turquoise it appears to be in the sun, and the water's a might chilly to dip your feet into as the boat is ready and you wash up. Soon enough you push off from Skhoinousa to make the short twenty-minute journey to the next island. There's no current in the water, Arkemis notes, as he directs the sail to catch the good wind that's blowing behind you.
Iraklia is rising big and bold before you, the large knobby rise on the right, and a low flat shield-like hill dominating the whole south half of the island. Between is a flat area of grass and sparse two-foot shrubs, most probably rose bushes and the like. You're about 400 yards away when Sofia sees something that appears to be a body floating in the water some eighty yards to the right of the boat.
It's very low in the water, its head must be down, and there's no movement at all that can be seen, but there's the humping of the shoulders and something very much like hands or legs that are bobbing with the waves rolling over the surface.