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CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER TWELVE Esther, Walter, and Simon walked through the ancient harbor of Rhodes. There were many triremes—the type of galley boat used in the Mediterranean—being loaded and unloaded. “One of these must be heading for the island,” Esther said. “Look!” Walter said, pointing. “There’s old grumpy Posidonius! Looks like he’s getting aboard a ship.” Esther saw the old philosopher join a group of young-looking academics. She reasoned that they must be heading to the island to study at Posidonius’s new school, with him as their professor. She nodded enthusiastically. “I think you’re right, Walter. Let’s see if we can get on board.” They headed up to the large wooden ship, with its distinctive three rows of oars—which was where the tri prefix came from. There were many sailors onboard, a
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