έντεκα (Eleven)

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"Sinbad, thank you for all you've done." King Dymas looks at me.

"I appreciate it maybe a little more if you didn't try to kill me." I say.

A series of laughter happens. I let out a breath. He had us on several ships. The sea was calm. Everyone was looking at me. Rex claps his hand. Kale smiles at me. I turn. Proteus puts his arm around me. Marina smiles at me. They see me as a hero. But I don't feel that way.

"Sinbad, I'd like to propose a toast to you." Proteus says.

I look at him in surprise. He hands me a glass. I look at him in surprise. Everyone raises their glasses. I think he's over doing it. I turn back to the sea. My eyes narrow. It's rippling. Is there a storm coming?

"To Sinbad, a great friend, and a true hero!" Proteus yells.

"Sinbad, you're a true hero." A council member smiles.

I look at Proteus.

"Oh, I highly doubt that." A voice roars. 

Something bangs into the ship. A figure jumps out and lands on the head of the ship. A shape of a man with long brown hair. A trident in his hands. Tentacles replaced legs. One hand was black and he wore a golden crown that looks like spikes. He wore a blue tunic. My eyes widen. I draw back. 

"Poseidon." I breathe. 

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