The tranquil waters of the Saronic Gulf off the island of Spetses offered a sanctuary of absolute calm after days of violence and maritime storm. Surrounded by steep hills blanketed in fragrant maritime pines, silver olive groves, and whitewashed captain's mansions with terra-cotta roofs, the bay was sheltered from the prevailing northerly Meltemi winds. *The Leviathan* rested quietly at anchor, its sleek naval hull reflected in the turquoise shallows like…
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