I stare late out into the sea. My heart racing a thousand miles an hour. Faster than Hermes I want to believe. I grip the wheel. The seas are calm. Poseidon is not in the mood to rough my ship. Thank God. Yet, why do I still hate myself? I still feel a deep sickening.
"Hey, you, okay?" Proteus asks me.
"Huh? Oh yeah." I say.
Proteus just looks at me.
"I'm fine, really." I say.
"Alright. Proteus shrugs.
I let out a breath. There has been something hanging over my head for so long. It's like a dark storm blowing my ship to splinters. A question I've thought about constantly. It makes me sick of my stomach. Yet, I can't help thinking about it.
"Hey, if... if something happens to me will you take care of my ship?" I ask.
He turns to me in surprise.
"Sinbad, what are you talking about?" He asks.
"It's just I'm in deep water and I'm not sure if I'll... survive this." I say.
"Of course you will!" Proteus yells.
I look down.
"I'm not so sure. I pissed off a God. The God of the Ocean." I say.
Proteus puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Sinbad, listen to me, you're too strong for death." He says.
"I sure hope you're right." I say.
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𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔟𝔞𝔡'𝔰 𝔇𝔢𝔟𝔱
FantasyI'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...
