Francis concerned himself but little with the ill will that was shown him by the officers.  He knew that it arose from jealousy, not only of the promotion he, a foreigner and a junior in years, had received over them, but of the fact that he had already received the thanks of the republic for the services he had rendered, and stood high in the favour of the admiral, who never lost an opportunity of showing the interest he had in him.  Had the hostility shown itself in any offensive degree Francis would at once have resented it; but Matteo, and some of those on board, who had been his comrades in the fencing rooms, had given such reports of his powers with his weapons, that even those most opposed to him thought it prudent to observe a demeanour of outward politeness towards him.

For three months the search for the Genoese fleet was ineffectual.  A trip had been made along the coast of Apulia, and the fleet had returned to Pola with a large convoy of merchant ships loaded with grain, when on the 7th of May Doria appeared off the port, with twenty-five sail.

But Pisani was now by no means anxious to fight.  Zeno was away with a portion of the fleet, and although he had received reinforcements, he numbered but twenty-one vessels, and a number of his men were laid up with sickness.  The admiral, however, was not free to follow out the dictates of his own opinions.  The Venetians had a mischievous habit, which was afterwards adopted by the French republic, of fettering their commanders by sea and land by appointing civilian commissioners, or, as they were termed in Venice, proveditors, who had power to overrule the nominal commander.  When, therefore, Pisani assembled a council of war, and informed them of his reasons for wishing to remain on the defensive until the return of Zeno, he was overruled by the proveditors, who not only announced themselves unanimously in favour of battle, but sneered at Pisani’s prudence as being the result of cowardice.  Pisani in his indignation drew his sword, and would have attacked the proveditors on the spot, had he not been restrained by his captains.

However, the council decided upon instant battle, and Pisani was forced, by the rules of the service, at once to carry their decision into effect.  Ascending the poop of his galley, he addressed in a loud voice the crews of the ships gathered around him.

“Remember, my brethren, that those who will now face you, are the same whom you vanquished with so much glory on the Roman shore.  Do not let the name of Luciano Doria terrify you.  It is not the names of commanders that will decide the conflict, but Venetian hearts and Venetian hands.  Let him that loves Saint Mark follow me.”

The men received the address with a shout, and as soon as the commanders had regained their galleys, the fleet moved out to attack the enemy.  The fight was a furious one, each vessel singling out an opponent and engaging her hand to hand.