δεκαοκτώ (Eighteen)

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"Marina! Hurry!" I yell.

Marina nods. She turns the steering wheel fast. The waves knock me into Proteus. Proteus grabs me. I wince. I grip my chest. The wound hasn't had enough time to heel. Maybe I started off this journey to soon. 

"Sinbad?" Proteus looks at me.

"I'm fine." I wince.

Yeah, I'm not sure that's very convincing. Marina starts heading for the sea stack. I turn. The wave rises. Is Poseidon really trying to kill me now? He could've easily killed me. Is he just playing with me? My chest burns with pain, but I ignore it.

She finally manages to get behind the sea stack. Proteus grabs me. I suddenly feel very nauseous. I almost want to puke. My chest burns in pain. I feel the bandages breaking. I grip my chest. The wave crashes into the sea stack. I'm scared that our boat will capsize. It doesn't thankfully. 

The wind starts dying out. The storm starts fading. The sun starts shining down. I let out a breath. I push off of Proteus. I wince. I feel like blood is still spilling from my wound. I need to check it out.

"Sinbad? Are you alright?" Proteus asks.

"I'm fine." I say.



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