τριάντα- τέσσερα (Thirty-Four)

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I slowly wake up. What just happened? Why is everyone staring at me? Everyone is staring at me. Poseidon... why is he here. God my head hurts so much. What happened? I remember... the darkness. I remember a voice. 

"Hi.." I say weakily.

"Sinbad!" Marina hugs me.

I wince. Tears were spilling onto my shirt.

"Thank You." Proteus looks to Poseidon.

"Someone want to clue me in on what's happening?" I ask.

"Long story short, the Prince of Syracuse and your girlfriend have convinced me differently about you." Poseidon says.

Marina helps me stand up. Proteus wraps my arm around his shoulders. I wince. He grips my wound for me. I look at him. I'm still not sure what happened, but I'm just glad I lived through this.

"Syracuse is safe from me." Poseidon says.

"Thank you." I wince. 

"You surprised me Sinbad. Do remember Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves." He says.

"Loud and clear." I wince.

He turns and dives back into the ocean.

"Good sailing Sinbad." Proteus says.

"Thanks." I mutter.

"Sinbad! Don't ever do that again!" Rex cries.

"Alright, alright." I wince.

"Let's get you cleaned up Sinbad." Proteus says.

I nod.

"Good idea." I mutter.

"How are we going to tell the tale?" Marina looks at me.

"I have a couple of ideas." I answer.

The End.

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