Captain

The sturdy wooden planks criss-crossed the deck, its varnished sheen mimicking the glossed waves underneath. The huge canvas and netts swinging high above the sweating heads. The bulging veins popping from brown muscular arms as oars were pulled, the small island disappearing behind, its dazzling green lost in the deep sapphire of the ocean.

"So you're the famous Achilleas, the unkillable warrior." the smooth voice tumbled down the rows and scattered rows of netting, followed by a small figure dressed in black.

"Your parents must have really hated you to call you that."

Mahon turned his head, his long hair moving to allow the eclipsing shadow to stare down at him, his body slumped on a bench.

"You seem to know me, and yet I do not know you,"

"Give it time, soon you will hear of me. The captain to make Poseidon himself weep, the ruler of the waves. Cel"

"Cel? And you talk about my name."

Her figure darted through the sun's backdrop, placing her body on the bench opposite me, her smooth face lined with light freckles, her eyes a glamorous brown matching her cascading hair.

"I do your name, it seems pessimistic."

"My name is not Achilleas, it's a nickname because my name is difficult to pronounce."

"Why pain though, it could be anything else, like pale or yellow eyes!"

"Because it hurts to get stabbed, and I get stabbed a lot, I also stab a lot of people."

"My name is Celandia, so I suppose Cel is a nickname too, people tend to take me more seriously as Cel."

"I thought you were ruler of the waves, that does not command you enough respect?"

"Shut up," She pulled a bottle from her back, a small pot filled with liquid, a small quark pressed into the top. "I am intrigued as to why a legendary stabber such as yourself would be going to the mainland. Perhaps for the war?"

"To stab some people, what else. What war?"

"A war of love like any other, you haven't heard of it. I suppose you don't get much news in skyros. Although I find it hard to think an immortal man hasn't been called for and does not intend to join them."

"Has the captain who would make Poseidon weep not been invited either?"

"Agamisu"

The two watched over the side of the boat, its megalithic grace enchanting. The arched hull of the ship drifted along, the blade like front slicing through waves after a few weeks the ship docked, its wooden magnificence gleaming into the small ton, the brick houses winding up to the woods, its forest