B2 Chapter 17: What We Do in LifeAs soon as they registered the coming threat, the Legionnaires sprang into action. Men rushed to the sides of the boat, grabbing oars and beginning to move the ship in a more intentional direction. Gaius took up a position at the prow, issuing orders and directions as the remaining men began pulling out the new style of spear they’d begun to carry.Marcus stood awkwardly at the center of it all, uncertain of what to do. One man pressed a long spear into his hand, but he was just grateful that no one was driving him toward one of the oars. As they got their feet under them, he called over to Gaius. "Is this supposed to happen? Is building giant flooding deathtrap arenas a favored pastime of your people?""Not exactly," a centurion shouted over the din of activity. "Most bouts took place on dry land between gladiators and beasts and the like. But the amphitheater could be flooded to host mock naval battles like this one.""Aye," one of the other men called over as he rowed. "It’s true. My grandfather oversaw part of the construction. It was a real marvel, pulling that off. Seems like they had the same idea here when they built this place. Though it’s practically un-Roman to be on a ship…"Marcus spared a glance toward the incoming boats. "Un-Roman? Please tell me that someone here’s fought on a ship before.""Not in my lifetime. The Mare Nostrum was fully pacified before my father was born. Occasionally we had transport up the Rhine, but for the most part, our navy...""If you have breath to talk, you have breath to row!" Gaius shouted. "Let’s move!"The boat began moving faster (...)