Though stubborn, Peggy was still wise enough to swim close to the yacht.
Above, Jarvis had taken it upon himself to keep sentry if some crocodiles, or worse, the paparazzi, came calling.
With her vigilant guard posted nearby, Peggy mused that ever since Bernard the Flamingo had entered his life, Jarvis had become rather keen on Zoology. She figured he would not mind seeing some crocodiles or any form of aquatic life. Hell, for all she knew, he might be looking for Bernard's long-lost cousin.
Deciding that she wanted to get an idea about the boat's entire size, she began to swim around it. If anything, all the distance covered would give her a good workout.
She noticed the yacht's name when passing the bow and nearly gasped in the entire Mediterranean Sea. Dubbed "The Heavy Tipper," she sincerely hoped this was about the owners' drinking habits and not the vessel's buoyancy.
Finally finishing the circuit around this massive boat, she heard voices above. On the top deck, Peggy saw that a smug Professor Spencer had sauntered out of his hiding place from below. As she watched him approach Howard, she figured he must have solved the translations from the last clue. Or he was hungry.
Emerging from the refreshing water, an invigorated Peggy hurried up the stairs. Reaching the top deck, Jarvis kindly rested her plush robe over her shoulders. Smiling her thanks, she then shrugged into it as she made a beeline toward the excited Professor.
Tying the sash around her robe, she noted that Howard had also closed his just before she had arrived. Seeing how tight he had cinched the belt, she could tell he was still peeved. She hoped he had not cut off the blood flow to certain anatomical parts, or there would be no little Howard's running around in the foreseeable future.
In fear of being spied on by the boat's crew, Peggy hushed Spencer before he could reveal anything more. Crisply she replied, "Why don't we take this elsewhere, gentlemen."
Irritated, the American Professor brusquely indicated for her to lead them below deck. When Peggy went to the front of their small party, she internally chastised herself for not touring the large vessel. Of course, the lack of time was partly to blame, but then so was her need to recuperate from the day's prior activities. Regardless, she vowed to be more proactive in the future.
Once they had reached the lower deck, she glanced at Howard, who replied, "Allow me, Flo."
Howard then led them to an interior hallway and a nondescript door. Within were steps that took them into the bowels of the boat.
Soon all were crowded in Howard's large but untidy lab. The room was massive and took up nearly the entire bottom of the vessel. He kept a hodgepodge collection of gizmos, half-finished projects, and some questionable inventions within. Everything was packed tight, making the normally large cabin feel cramped.
In the corner, Peggy saw a large dangling object. She stared in disdain at a mechanical apparatus that resembled a sleek torpedo.
It seemed that Howard had been tinkering on the Hydra submersible that Steve Rogers had captured the day Professor Abraham Erskine was murdered.
With the changes done to its compartment, Howard was busy modifying it to fit two people instead of one. He even added a small mechanical arm to its snub nose.
Howard noticed her raised eyebrow, and the engineer shrugged, "Alright, so I borrowed the one that Steve had captured from Hydra. No one was using it anyway. And of course, I did some alterations to it," he boasted.
Peggy forced herself to ignore the dreaded machine and all the unpleasant memories of that wonderful doctor who was killed on her watch.
As she continued her room inspection, Peggy was sure it would have looked nicer had Howard organized it better. Or at least throw a few things out. Ever the hoarder, she thought with disgust when she spied the half-eaten sandwich among all the discarded wires and tools on the ginormous work table.
Thankfully, all the ancient history books that had been on the airplane were now piled on a nearby rickety desk.
Bypassing that stack of history books, Howard instead stood at his cluttered work table. Without a thought, he quickly shoved everything on it to the side.
With the space cleared, Professor Spencer carefully placed the newest charcoal rubbing and a crisp personal notebook onto the wooden surface.
Staring at Peggy, Spencer sniped, "Now, if I may continue—" She waved him on impatiently, and the Professor explained eagerly, "Well, I am still working on those hatch marks, but I did translate the Greek clue. It says 'Pharos.'"
Howard pouted, "That's it, just Pharos?"
Spencer nodded, and Peggy asked critically, "That one word took you the whole morning to decipher?"
The Professor's somewhat genial mood changed to peevish anger, "No, actually, it was effortless to translate that word. It took so long to look up all the possible connotations to present to you."
Impatient, Howard demanded, "Well then, what does it mean?"
Spencer rubbed his chin in thought, "It could be many things. One of them is that Pharos means Pharaoh in Greek. With that in mind, I think that is what we should focus on. I have a list here of Egyptian rulers that we should investigate."
When he opened his pristine notebook, it showed a multitude of monarchs. Peggy groaned. This was going to take forever.
Hearing Spencer prattle on, Peggy wondered why the Giza clue hadn't pinned down the exact location as the Tanis one had. Thinking a moment, she then remembered where she had seen the name Pharos before.
Smiling, Peggy stated, "But there is another possible answer, Professor, and one that is not so arduous of an undertaking." Nudging the nearby stack of history books, she mumbled, "If I am not mistaken, Pharos is also a place. I read that while we were on the plane." She finally found the beat-up book she was looking for among the dog-eared volumes.
As she flipped through the yellowing pages, Peggy added, "Since the clue was written in Greek and not Egyptian hieroglyphics, that points to where we should look. In Greek, Pharos also translates as Lighthouse."
Locating what she needed, Peggy slid the open book towards the three men, "Here. The Lighthouse of Alexandria was built on Pharos Island and is also known as the Pharos of Alexandria."
The men silently stared at the illustration of the extremely tall three-tiered Lighthouse.
"Well, Professor?"
Pawing the book in front of him, Spencer appeared unsure. "Maybe it could be that. But I say if we instead went down the list of possible Pharaohs that would link up with the Giza Pyramid —"
However, Howard was enthralled as he stared at the illustration of the massive towering structure, "Actually, the Pharos Lighthouse also links up with the Giza Pyramids, Professor."
As Spencer began to protest, Howard cut him off, "No, I think Peg is on to something. Remember the first clue said, 'A wonder to behold?' So, what is their connection to one another?" He looked expectantly at those before him.
Peggy hated it when he quizzed them.
Jarvis looked over his boss's shoulder and scowled, "Good heavens, don't tell me this is linked to the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World?"
"That's what I was thinking, Jarvis. And it would certainly make tracking them down easier if they were," Howard was already rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Leave it to Howard to think that things would be easy from now on, Peggy thought with a snort.
As the three men began to argue, Peggy was about to add her two cents when she noticed that a clue was missing on the work table. Talking over them, she asked, "Professor, where is the folded paper that Howard and I used to escape that death trap at Giza? It made a new symbol for us. Howard, didn't you show it to him?"
Surprised, Howard stated, "I thought I had. Sorry, here you go, Professor."
After handing the creased page to the Professor, Spencer studied it, "Ah, I see." He then shook his head, "No, I am sorry. I still don't know this odd language."
He then glanced back at the picture of the Pharos Lighthouse, lost in thought. After a nod to himself, he stated, "However you might be right that the Pharos clue could be referring to this Ancient Wonder after all."
Jarvis cleared his throat, and all looked at him. Quickly he explained, "But how is that even conceivable? Both the Lighthouse and the Pyramids were built at vastly different times. If I remember my history, they are centuries apart in construction."
Shrugging, the Professor interjected, "Yes, but all Seven Wonders did exist at the same time for roughly sixty years back in 226BC."
Mulling over this new possibility, Spencer automatically snatched up the half-eaten sandwich on Howard's work table and took a huge bite. Peggy grimaced at the state of Howard's desk and then at the sandwich.
Between mouthfuls, Spencer added, "They also have another connection. Centuries before the Lighthouse was built upon it, the Pharos Island was considered sacred ground. And many scholars believe that all of the Seven Wonders were built upon once revered land. Some Wonders had even been erected on top of preexisting structures." He smirked, "Believe it or not, there are many such places in the archeological record where that occurred, such as the Baalbek and—"
Cutting in, Howard nodded, enthused, "Great, then we'll start in Alexandria."
Peggy skimmed ahead in the book and then grimaced, "The problem is, gentlemen, after numerous earthquakes, the Lighthouse had toppled over centuries ago. We won't find any clues there."
Professor Spencer countered, "Not to worry, my dear, once most of it had fallen, the Citadel of Qaitbay was then built there. They reused many of the Pharos stone blocks in its construction. So that would be the best place to look."
Warming up to the idea, Jarvis added, "And a lot of the Wonders are in the Mediterranean Sea, too, which—" They all continued to stare at him blankly, so he added, "Well, I thought it was an interesting coincidence. Never mind."
Spencer's crisp voice lectured Jarvis, "It was so because the Seven Wonders were invented by the Greek Historian Herodotus and the scholar Callimachus. So, naturally, they would propose those places located in the vast Greek Empire."
Feeling protective of Jarvis, Peggy nearly boxed the Professor's ears for talking to her friend like that.
Trying to keep her glare of contempt towards the arrogant Professor to a minimum, she stated, "Even though it would be great if it were simply the Wonders, I am still worried about all the possible variables involved. We cannot afford this to be a wild goose chase. But I suppose we have to start somewhere, so it might as well be there."
The others agreed with a determined nod of their heads.
While the Professor finished his sandwich, Howard rooted around in a nearby rubbish bin. Triumphant, he fished out a large rolled-up paper and brandished it with a flourish, "I knew I hadn't tossed it away. Here look at this."
Unfurling it revealed a large map of the Mediterranean Sea. Howard found Alexandria and placed a rook chess piece on Pharos Island.
Peggy studied the map and the famous coastal city at the top of Egypt. She mumbled, "Tanis is not that far away from there." Smirking, she wondered if maybe there was something to this harebrained idea after all.
Ignoring what her index finger rested on, Howard reached for the intercom button, "Captain Jasper, take us to Alexandria, Egypt, err, the Citadel of Qaitbay."
The Captain answered crisply, "Right away, sir." In moments, they felt the yacht begin to move.
Grinning, Howard asked, "Professor, have you figured out what all this will finally lead to yet?"
Spencer shrugged noncommittally. "No, but I know with further clues I can."
"Well, gentlemen, we best get ready." And Peggy left to go change for their little outing.
Later that afternoon, Howard's yacht was anchored just outside the rim of Alexandria's nearly enclosed Eastern Harbor. Due to the large bay's shallow waters, they had to stay clear of the interior or risk running aground. However, this did not stop the smaller, thus lighter fishing vessels from entering. Peggy looked at all the colorful boats that dotted the Harbor and smiled at the vibrant sight.
Unfortunately, being just outside of the safety of the protected Harbor, the seas were rough. She would be happy when they moored in calmer waters.
Peggy turned her gaze to the squat Citadel on the inlet where the Pharos Lighthouse once stood. Surprisingly, it was not on an actual island.
Earlier, Spencer had explained that the means of reaching the island had been built up by the locals over the centuries, thus making a long causeway to access it. Now, this road cleaved the vast Harbor into two separate ones, the Eastern Great Harbor and the smaller Western Old Port Harbor.
After gathering their things, they took Howard's speedboat to the Citadel's peninsula. Surprisingly, Professor Spencer left the shelter of the yacht and joined them on this jaunt. Perhaps the turbulent sea had made him seek out dry land, Peggy thought, amused.
As they cruised along, Peggy's smirk was lost on Howard, but Jarvis returned it with a knowing grin of his own. It seemed that he did not care for the officious Professor either.
Jarvis held a large straw basket under the pretense they were going on a picnic. Spencer was upset to find that instead of containing food, the contents were some of Peggy's weapons and Howard's gizmos.
Overhead, the sun beat down on them, but Peggy had made sure to wear her largest-brimmed hat this time. Due to being near the equator, the Mediterranean sun was more intense, so it certainly did the trick of protecting her face.
Seeing the men sweating in their suits, Peggy was glad she had worn her floral-patterned sundress. She hoped that she would not regret her non-pants attire, but in this heat, it was something she would gladly adapt to if needed.
Finally reaching their destination, they exited the speedboat, and Peggy walked arm-in-arm with Howard. For those who observed them, they made sure to keep up the front that they were a happy couple.
Multiple paparazzi swarmed around them, no doubt hoping for another dramatic story like what had occurred in Cairo. But keeping to her word about not fighting in public, Peggy smiled prettily to the cameras instead. And since the sedate couple was busy touring the boring Citadel, they were soon left mostly alone.
In retrospect, Peggy supposed that it was not unexpected that the ravenous Press had found them. Anyone could spot Howard's opulent vessel coming from miles away.
Ignoring the few braying reporters left, Peggy's group calmly strolled through the stone arch entrance and into the walled courtyard of the Qaitbay Citadel. The grounds were massive, with freshly clipped green grass on one side of the stone walkway. On the opposite side was a vast concrete slab.
Sauntering along the path that led through the enormous area, they headed towards the castle-like fortress. The usual complements of stout turrets, watchtowers, and battlements that one would associate with a medieval-style castle were all present.
Peggy indicated the squat structure in front of them. "So, this citadel would have been the Lighthouse's foundation?"
Howard chuckled, "That little thing, Peg, err Flo. The original Lighthouse was over 40 stories tall. The base alone would have been the size of this courtyard, probably even bigger."
Looking around at the immense grounds, Peggy whistled.
Howard nodded in reply, and they continued onwards.
Thankfully, there were not many visiting tourists to get in their way, and the small party entered the squat structure unimpeded.
Reading a nearby sign, Spencer stated, "It seems that this stone fortress has been turned into a museum to highlight the once-great Alexandria Lighthouse."
Looking at the interior, Howard complained, "Well, this is disappointing. I guess it would be too much to ask for a sign that pointed to the next clue."
Peggy tugged on his arm, "Come on, Howard. You can't expect it to be around for anyone to see."
Nodding, Howard removed an oblong gadget from the picnic basket. Answering Peggy's raised eyebrow, he explained, "I modified my specialized flashlight into a more effective spectral scanner."
As they walked through the old building, Howard surreptitiously aimed the augmented device around. Per usual, he was muttering about design improvements for it.
While Howard scanned everything, the others read whatever they could from the various displays available. They spent over an hour looking fruitlessly at the various glass-partitioned cabinets that held vases, carvings, and drawings. There was even some ancient seafaring equipment from the Mameluke and Ottoman periods.
But even with all their due diligence, nothing revealed the next clue's possible whereabouts.
Nearing the end of their tour, Howard had stopped at another Maritime exhibit, so the others had continued. Waiting by the exit, a discouraged Peggy and Jarvis stared down at the clay model of the renovated Qaitbay Citadel.
Peggy had been afraid of this and now worried that they had lost precious time on this endeavor. They needed to return to the yacht pronto and figure out their next course of action.
After a moment, she noticed that Professor Spencer had wandered off. Worse, the crowds were beginning to thicken, which always made her apprehensive.
She whispered to Jarvis, "We need to leave now. Go get the Professor while I go find your wayward boss."
Jarvis nodded without comment and hurried off.
When she went to backtrack, Peggy realized she had picked up a tail. A shadowed form had ducked back into the nearby recessed alcove. She would have snuck around and trapped them if it hadn't been a further waste of time. Still, she wished she hadn't sent Jarvis off with the picnic basket full of her weapons.
Peggy wasn't surprised that this little scavenger hunt of theirs had brought out even more new players to the game.
With no choice, Peggy instead pushed past the lingering crowds towards Howard's last known location. Among the throngs of people, she recognized most as being the Press. Thankfully she did not see any of the mechanical women or men. She hoped that being dunked in the Nile River had a lethal effect on their wiring.
Entering the previous room, Peggy saw that her charge had disappeared from where she had last left him. Shaking her head in disbelief, Peggy swore she was going to put a bell around that infernal man's neck.
Stepping outside and onto the stone boardwalk that overlooked the Eastern Great Harbor, Howard spied a gorgeous blonde woman standing near the short stone wall. She seemed to be studying the rocky shoreline below as the water lapped serenely against this side of the Citadel. Though she wore a large sun hat and her eyes were obscured by sunglasses, her figure pulled him towards her as if it had been a Siren's call.
Nonchalantly Howard strolled over, and in moments he stood by her side. She glanced over at him, and he winked suggestively at her. Due to the heat, he had slung his suit jacket over his shoulder and had rolled up his shirt sleeves. He knew he looked dashing and once more gave her his megawatt smile.
She smiled coyly in return and then went back to gazing out at the calm waters.
Always curious, Howard glanced at what she was so fixated on. Then any thoughts regarding this beautiful blonde disappeared as he took in the various amounts of stone debris that buttressed the Citadel. As the gentle waves washed over the eroded stone blocks, Howard grinned, amazed.
From his ubiquitous fanny pack, he pulled free a small set of binoculars and studied the calm harbor before him.
Exiting the building, Peggy sighed when she noticed the pretty woman next to Howard.
Before she could march over to him, the reporters suddenly surrounded her. Thankfully they had taken their earlier lesson to heart, and they stayed clear of her sharp elbows and pointed-toed shoes. Peggy ignored their impertinent question about if she was jealous of this new woman in Howard's life.
After a grin of such severity that had all scurrying out of her path, Peggy could make her way over to Howard unbothered. As if sensing her arrival, the blonde woman quickly left the area before Peggy could get a good look at her.
Though the agent would have normally chided Howard about wandering off in pursuit of other "interests," they had more pressing problems.
Howard smiled wide at Peggy when she approached. He then heard the fervent sound of the cameras going off nearby. Turning to face them, Howard saw the large crowd and realized that not all of them were paparazzi. From the side of his mouth, he whispered to Peggy, "This place has suddenly become very popular."
Through her forced grin, Peggy replied, "Yes, and I think not all of them mean us well."
Before Howard could respond, Jarvis saddled up to Peggy and sneered at the curious onlookers that congregated around them.
Peggy caught his gaze, and he shrugged sheepishly to indicate that he had lost Professor Spencer.
After a sigh, she replied, "Sorry, Howard, but I am afraid our time here has been a bust. We best motor to Egypt and check out those Pharaohs that Spencer suggested."
The inventor's pleased smile suddenly brightened her gloomy mood.
As he explained, his gaze rested on the tranquil waters, "Actually, I think I have a closer location for us to check next. According to history, a massive earthquake knocked the Lighthouse over, right? Ten to one, it fell over and is still underwater. Look over the edge, pal, and tell me I'm wrong."
Peggy glanced below the rampart. She saw the perfectly square-shaped concrete blocks that petered out and disappeared into the Harbor's calm water. Staring at it in wonder, she realized that the rocky barrier below was pieces of the ancient Lighthouse. This potential had her smiling, and Howard's grin grew in response.
Then she frowned. Indicating the Eastern Great Harbor, she replied, "But wouldn't something that size have been found by now?"
Howard kept his voice low, but Peggy could still hear the excitement in it. "True, and I think it has been. According to Captain Jasper, one of the reasons the yacht was warned not to go into the Harbor was because it was too shallow in places. Only the locals know the best route to avoid hitting anything."
As Peggy's mind whirled at the possibilities, Jarvis whispered, "Well, how do you propose we get to it with all this attention focused on us now?"
"Yes, we would be spotted if we dived anywhere out in the open." Peggy crossed her arms over her chest, which brought about another flurry of camera clicks.
"Relax, guys, aren't I known for being a super genius?" Howard's smile was all 'trust me.'
Peggy and Jarvis exchanged a look of British incredulity, which was not lost on the millionaire inventor.
Mocking out an irritated "Ha-ha," Howard grabbed Peggy's hand and pulled her toward where he had parked the speedboat.
As she was hustled past him, Peggy hissed to Jarvis, "Find Professor Spencer and meet us at the docks."
The befuddled butler quickly nodded, "Oh yes, right, of course." And he darted off to do so.
Once they had arrived back at Howard's yacht, Captain Jasper discretely powered the vessel and went as close as he dared toward the interior of the Eastern Harbor. As they moored near the dangerous breakwaters, the undeterred paparazzi sat in their violently rocking smaller boats.
Lounging serenely on the top deck, Peggy took perverse pleasure in hearing some reporters losing their lunch because of the rough seas.
Howard was still tinkering below decks, making last-minute adjustments to what they needed for their dive. Before he had shooed Peggy out of the lab, she had grabbed the book they had been looking at earlier. She wanted to read up on everything she could about the Lighthouse of Alexandria.
To be inconspicuous, she concealed the history book under the dust jacket from some tripe Pulp novel of Howard's. She loathed the cover with the image of a scantily-clad nubile young woman being menaced by a stalking venomous mummy. Really Howard, was all she could think.
As she once more read the paragraphs regarding the Alexandria Lighthouse, she wished there was more information about it. Thankfully the book also had the other Wonders of the Ancient World mentioned. If all the clues were to be found at these romanticized locations, it never hurt to get an idea of what they would face, no matter what few facts were available.
She quickly concluded that they were lucky with the Pyramids of Giza. It was the only Wonder that was still left standing. The others had either been destroyed or used to build other structures. Or, in the case of the Babylonian Hanging Gardens, the possibility of it never existing in the first place.
Concerning the Pharos of Alexandria, there were a bunch of uninteresting dates and facts. Going over her mental notes, Peggy compared them to what information they had gleamed back at the Citadel. Both stated that it had taken twelve years to complete the Lighthouse, and it was finished in 280BC.
Once built, it was regarded as an engineering masterpiece. The Pharos Lighthouse was the largest man-made structure for centuries and the third-longest surviving Wonder. But centuries later, the tower came down after three massive earthquakes struck the land between AD 956 and 1323.
She stifled a yawn and was about to read it for the fourth time. But before she could start, Howard bounded up the stairs. Portraying himself as the dashing suitor, he made a show of rubbing Peggy's shoulders and even pecked at her cheek.
Peggy gritted her teeth as they played an amorous scene for the Press. As they laughed 'merrily' to one another, he leaned over and whispered into her ear, "I'm ready for you, pumpkin."
She 'playfully' swatted him on the arm. Howard hoped his pained grimace would be interpreted as a sexy leer.
He then helped Peggy to her feet, and she joyfully waved at the paparazzi, who continued to eat it all up.
As they entered his lab, Peggy noticed that Jarvis and Professor Spencer were already there and staring at some papers that Howard had on his work table.
Arriving at their side, Howard pointed to the illustrations he had sketched of the Alexandria Lighthouse toppling over.
Peggy ignored the flaming stick figure people running for cover as fiery debris rained down upon them as the three-tiered Pharos fell apart. The following picture showed three huge broken sections of the Lighthouse submerged in the Harbor.
She frowned at the crude drawings, "How can you be sure large parts of it survived the fall unbroken? Besides all the earthquake damage, certainly toppling from such a height would have dashed it into many pieces."
"Normally so, Peg. But the Greek builders used an engineering technique of sealing the exterior limestone blocks with molten steel. This way, it could withstand the pounding waves. Consider what this yacht is floating on now to be mild when compared to storm season."
Leaning against the desk, Peggy replied, "Then my other question is, wouldn't something so big be seen poking out of the Harbor's surface?"
"Perhaps," Howard admitted, "but the massive impact could have pushed the sand away. Then over the centuries, silt and sand would slowly bury it underground."
Nodding, Peggy asked, "Alright, so what do you propose?"
Tapping the highest level of the Lighthouse, Spencer chimed in, "Of the three tiers, the one we think you'll find the clue is at the top where the beacon room was located. To warn ships of danger, they used the ingenious method of a giant mirror reflecting firelight."
Peggy tilted her head and was about to reply when Howard beat her to it.
"I know what you are thinking, Peg. But there is a good reason for it surviving intact. Supposedly, the reflective beam from the tower could be seen from over 100 miles away. To tolerate the amount of heat generated to produce such an intense flame, the interior would have been more fortified than the rest of the building. It stands to reason that they would put the clue in the area more likely to endure any disaster."
Mumbling to herself, Peggy mused, "Yes, amazing that the Lighthouse could handle pounding waves and extreme temperature, but not all those earthquakes. And surprisingly, it wasn't the only Wonder destroyed that way, either."
Spencer scoffed, "The region was very tectonic in those days, hence the rash amount of earthquakes."
Ignoring him, Peggy asked, "Anything else you think we should know, Howard?"
"It was said that the beacon from the Lighthouse was so powerful that it could incinerate distant ships." Howard's smile was rather boyish, and Peggy had the image of him using a magnifying glass on ants. "Alas, these are only theories. Frankly, no one knows what sort of fuel was used to make it burn so deadly, especially since there are no nearby trees. If it still exists, I would love to get a sample of this miracle fuel. It could be a remarkable renewable energy source."
Rubbing her forehead, Peggy stated, "Sorry, I meant if there was any other pertinent information."
Howard did his usual befuddled shrug, "Err… that's about it."
Peggy exhaled loudly and then clapped her hands together, "Right, then I best go change."
Howard's mood instantly perked up, "Wonderful. I have already pulled some diving gear for you to use. Also, your swimming attire is behind the screen."
By his devilish grin, Peggy was hesitant to see what was behind the curtain. Knowing Howard, it was going to be a doozy.
[Creative License time - After writing this, I later discovered that the Citadel was converted into a maritime museum by Egyptian Naval Troops in 1952. Sorry, but I don't know how to fix this, so it stays]
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