The Carthaginian explorer Hanno left the Mediterranean to sail south. Instead, the grandmother of all storms has pushed him north. His small fleet of war galleys, battered, crews exhausted, supplies depleted, are pinned by tide and wind against a hostile shore. The shore is lined with hundreds of local tribesmen armed to the teeth. He doesn't speak their language. They don't speak his. Only one man speaks both. An itinerant trader. But can he trust him, can he make friends, allies even, above all, can he retrieve his fortunes and get home? This is 470BC. This is England. Hanno doesn't know that. Can he use his wits and his charm, and all his skills to win out?