δεκαεπτά (Seventeen)

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The sea becomes rough. I grab Marina. I shield her from the crushing wind. Of course, Poseidon isn't going to make this easy. Cold as ice water hits me. I wince. Proteus grabs a rope and throws it to Rex. We're caught in the middle of the storm. Marina's grip tightens on the wheel.

"Rex! Get the lifelines!" I yell.

"Aye aye Captain." Rex jumps down.

I grip Marina. I can feel the sea's rage.

"Captain! The wind is picking up!" Kale yells.

"I know! But we have to keep going!" I yell.

A wave slashes my back. It feels like iron. Marina grips the wheel. I grip her. I can feel the rough waves crashing into me. It hurts. I'm cold but hopefully Marina is okay. I look down at her. She's strong.

"You good?" I ask.

"Perfectly fine." She answers.

"Sinbad! We have to make for sure!" Proteus yells.

"Easier said than done!" I yell.

"We're gonna die!" Rex screams.

"Rex get a hold of yourself!" I yell.

"Aye Captain." He nods.

I grab a rope.

"Proteus help me secure the sails!" I yell.

Proteus nods and swings a rope. I tighten the rope. The storm is rising. I turn. Oh crap. A giant wave was soon to hit us. Poseidon's rage. I turn. I see a large sea stack. An idea ignites in my head.

"Marina!" I yell.

She looks down at me. I point.

"Got it Sinbad!" She yells.

"Hurry!" I yell.

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