είκοσι- έξι (Twenty-Six)

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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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