The crew was Somali, Palestinian, Egyptian, Yemeni, Djiboutian — a Red Sea stew — but the officers and cook were Syrian. All the Syrians were neighbors from Tartus, a port that was old when the Knights Templar took it in 1152 and then lost it again to Saladin. There was another war in Syria now. The Syrians were in mourning. The cook tried to cheer them up. He brought Tartus with him to sea and laid it every day on the rocking galley table: bowls of rich hummus, fat green olives with white squares of goat cheese, and boiled eggs that rolled about restlessly in the plates, as if to escape being eaten.