I pull off my shirt. I look at myself in the mirror. The bandages were ripped, and blood was seeping out. Dammit. I hiss as I peel them off. I look at the wound. It's not as deep as I thought but it still looks serious.
"If I may, this could really use a lady's touch." Marina comes in.
I turn to her. She moves her hand up my chest.
"Does it hurt?" Marina looks up at me.
"Feels perfect." I say.
She chuckles a little. She takes up a towel that has been soaking in water. She places it on my wound. I wince. She rubs it. I look down at her. My thoughts go blank as I continue focusing on her hands touch.
"You okay?" She looks up at me.
"I'm fine." I say.
"Sinbad, don't pretend." Marina says.
"Just... stressed." I sigh.
"Go on." She says.
"Why did I blind that cyclops. I should've killed him." I say.
"Don't listen to him." She says.
"He's the god of the seas." I point out.
"Okay... but you should always listen to yourself." She says.
"I know." I say.
"I finished cleaning it, but I'll have to stich it up." She says.
I sit down on the hammock. She gets on top of me. I look up at her. She jabs my wound with the needle. I wince. She starts stitching it up. I just stare at her. The pain seems to fade when I look at her.
"Be careful next time." She says.
"When am I ever not?" I ask.
She just gives me a look.
"Alright point taken." I sigh.
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𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔟𝔞𝔡'𝔰 𝔇𝔢𝔟𝔱
FantasíaI'm taking inspiration from the song Ruthlessness from Epic the Musical. It starts out with Poseidon's son, Polyphemus. Sinbad returns to Syracuse because word reached out a monster dwells in. A man-eating cyclops. Sinbad blinds him and lets him li...
