Location: Eceabat, Strait of Dardanelles
Weather: a light air, the wind hardly moving, with cool weather and a clear sky. Feels like 10 C (51 F).
The galley starts off towards Mytilene, to return the Vizier; you're informed that you'll be transferred to another ship when you reach that town. This takes not long; the sea is even and the galley handles the journey smoothly, due to it's size.
It is noon on the 20th when you arrive at the city upon the isle of Lesbos. The mainland of Anatolia is very close, just four miles away, big and impressive. Mytilene proper is a fair-sized city, but not quite large enough for a Fochlucan college. It has about 2000 buildings.
The wind turns, however, to the north, so that the journey north by ship would have to dare the Mytilene Strait beween Lesbos and the mainland potentially at night. As such, you're put up by the Vizier, and fed to excess, so that you can take a smaller boat the morning of the 21st. The Vizier finds a good roundship that can manage to take Enrico's horse in comfort.
At nine the morning of the 21st, the wind turns to the east and you start off down the passage. The wind is not in your favor but a few hours, however, before you find yourself tacking against a north wind. This proves most difficult and your journey is lengthened and lengthened until, at last, you round the cape and reach the town of Kumkale just before midnight. There is no proper harbour, so the Captain explains he will put you off with the light. You sail into Kumkale at about 6:30 am. It is not a very large place, just 20 buildings near a very large Byzantine ruin, untended for about three hundred years.
Kumkale is on the end of a point and you find yourself wading, with Enrico's horse, through the shallow water to the beach. The horse has had to swim about fifty yards between the ship and when it could begin to stride along the stony bottom.
You clean up, dry off, eat, enjoy the fact that you haven't had to pay for this last voyage either, then start off for Canakkale, which is about 12 miles to the northeast. Canakkale is on the Dardanelles; the road is rough and untended. The weather is dry and somewhat less warm than it has been in the Greek isles ~ note that it has been cool all day.
You reach the town of Canakkale ~ all of 200 buildings ~ at three in the afternoon. Wanting to get across the strait, and it being cheapest here ~ only a silver piece per leg ~ you wait two hours for passage to Eceabat, on the other side. Eceabat is just a little larger than Kumkale was, but it has a large dock, which is in a state of continuous loading and unloading. A fair number of caravans (in Canakkale also) have pitched tents all around the small village, so that there are at least a thousand people wandering.
It is 6 pm, as I said. There is no where to stay in Eceabat ~ and I need the party to tell me what they want to do from here, so I will stop now.