Involuntarily, Burke stiffened.
Because the black sail made it Theseus' ship.
And legend said Theseus left Crete with Ariadne.
Burke ran for the point closest to the water; stared tight-lipped at the long, slim vessel.
Scarlet caught his eye—the scarlet of a woman's bright-striped cloak.
The same cloak Ariadne had swirled for him so prettily, perhaps—?
Burke dived from his point, straight down into the river. With all his strength, he swam to intercept the slowly-drifting long ship.
Now those aboard had glimpsed him. Men pointed. Women's voices rose, thin on the morning breeze.
Burke plowed the water closer ... closer....
And now a brawny, familiar figure came striding to the bow: Theseus, Hero of Athens.