The hot and dusty docks are dotted with black-skinned, white-robed laborers, boy vendors selling fruit drinks, and parrots in cages squawking angrily. This too slides by, the red peak-roofed warehouses of Roman-bound grain disappearing last.
Alexandria drifts towards them as they arrive in the land of the Ptolemys. Their Greek skipper watches over them protectively, an Egyptian ferryman holding out an assisting arm. There is laughter and conversation. Some of the families familiar with each other before boarding now step ashore into the city founded by Alexander the Great.
In the desert wind and sand, the scarred sphinx watch them unimpressed.