to bear on as many opponents as possible.
Belisarius scratched his chin, pondering. The scenes which Aide had shown him were not entirely relevant to his situation. His ship was armed with only two scorpions, located amidships, not a line of cannons running down the entire sides of the ship. "Broadsides," thus, were impossible.
Still—
The sailor whom John had named as his substitute was now standing next to Belisarius, waiting for orders. The general turned to Honorius, and began gesturing to illustrate his question.
"Can you row this ship at a right angle across the front of that approaching fleet?"
Honorius squinted at the enemy ships. Aegidius' armada was now well into the Bosporus, about a mile distant.
"Easily. They're letting the basket ships set the pace instead of the akatoi. Those corbita are slow to begin with. And if they're packed with cataphracts—and all their armor—they'll be a lot more sluggish than usual."
He leaned over the wall of the fighting platform and began shouting