είκοσι-πέντε (Twenty-Five)

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"Whew. I thought that'd never end." I let out a breath.

"You sailed this ship well." Sinbad smiles.

"Is your hand, okay?" I ask picking it up.

It looks slightly bruised but otherwise... nothing too serious. 

"It's fine." He smiles.

"This adventure has gone so smoothly." I chuckle. 

"Calm seas, nothing much for now." He says.

"How are you holding up?" I say.

"I'm doing splendid. It's not every day you piss off one of the most powerful Gods." He chuckles.

"Still blaming yourself?" I ask.

He pushes away from me. 

"Sinbad..." I start.

"Look. I'm fine. We should keep focus." He says.

I let out a breath. I watched Poseidon's rage. I heard is song. Ruthlessness is mercy upon us, I don't believe that. There is no such thing as false mercy. Mercy has no price in my opinion. I was so scared thinking he might die. I don't want to lose him again. I never want to lose those who I love. Spike rubs my leg.

"Aw. Such a good boy." I play with his cheeks.

Sinbad takes the wheel. I look at him. He has a stone look on his face. I let out a breath.

"Don't worry Sinbad, I won't push too hard." I mutter. 

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