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Abasi Nazari knew he was home because the silt of the Nile poured into the sea. Throughout his travels, he learned that the Nile was unique because it was a river that flowed north. Many rivers did not move this way, but the Nile was special because it was fed by a great many high elevation lakes. The man called to his crew, who began making preparations for landing. They would need to paddle hard with their oars to reach Avaris.
As the captain of The Maat it was his duty to make sure that his crew and their treasures reached safe passage. And this particular voyage had been a mess. It seemed that his plan to take contracts from both Spain and France backfired, as the nations subsequently found out that Abasi was out to make money instead of doing what he promised. So his vessel had been pursued by not one country, but two. It was a stressful situation, with many of his crew not being to sleep for days lest their enemies caught up. But after riding through a storm and surviving the aggressive waves, The Maat was safely away from its enemies. Which meant unloading his treasures and collecting his money.
When the ship docked, Abasi breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He stayed on the top deck watching his men unload the chests and crates onto the pier. Later in the evening, he would see about making an appointment to see the sultan. Perhaps even Egypt's great ruler would want what his crew managed to steal.
"I can smell the money already," he remarked, rubbing his hands together.
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