Best gift I've ever received has to be a bike when I was younger, a pedal bike.

It was a sort of slick little road bike and I remember it was all like, it was so, it was all wrapped up,

it was so obvious what it was obviously because nothing's shaped like a bike and I had a little ribbon on it and I was so

a guest. For that was a life changer and I'm still sort of big on cycling around my area now so, for that one change me a little.

Enjoy in every sip with red carp snout back at Starbucks.

It is late afternoon on the 2nd of September 31 BC.

In the Gulf of Actium of Northwestern Greece, Queen Clipatra, Pharaoh of Egypt, stands barefoot at the prow of her flagship in the driving rain.

Attent of fine white linen billows on the deck behind her and dozens of oarsmen await her command below.

She is flanked by 60 more Egyptian galleys, each one poised ready for her orders, her penance, whip and crack.

Beyond the magnificent upward curve of her bow, two armies prepare to engage on the open water.

Driving across the straits from one side is the fleet of the Roman general Octavian, hundreds of galleys strong.

But while he wants to seize control of her lands for his own glory, on the other side is Clipatra's lover and husband, Mark Antony.

Though he is also Roman, he is fighting for her and their great hopes for a new Roman Egyptian dynasty.

The rain lashes down. Her gauze, shift and embroidered robes are soaked through and her blunt cut black wig sits heavily beneath the golden diadem adorned with the image of the snake.

But her responsibilities are weightier still. Her lands, the security of her people, the continuation of her entire dynasty could hinge on the outcome of this battle.

Clipatra grips the bronze plated rails, watching intently.

Mark Antony's much larger warships are almost within range of Octavian's troops. The battle begins.

The enemy galleys engage, sending arrows in vicious flocks towards Clipatra's allies. Antony's troops retaliate and the screams of men are carried over on the biting wind.

Closer now, Octavian deploys his ballistas. Giant catapults designed to splinter a wooden hull into matchsticks.

The fearsome boulders find their targets, sparking against bronze plating and devastating the lions of rowers along the flanks of Antony's ships.

Clipatra flinches. She is seen how these missiles can decapitate a man. On both sides, archers continue their assault and soldiers fall.

Missiles of burning wood called firebrands are launched. Some fizzle in the waves, but many find their targets and set light to the ship's timbers and sails.

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