The beast is playing with me. Just as i think i am near it, it dissapears beneath the waves, laughing at my futile efforts. When its white back appears in the horizon i act like a mad man. "Break your backs men! Forward or we will lose it again!". My men are tired but they carry on. They fear my wrath and my angry face. I spit and shout and point to the beast. They obey silently grunting as the oars hit the waves.
I want the beast to fear me! Fear my devotion in it! Fear my angry face and spear! Fear, for it's death is near!
I leap on its back, arms streched up holding my weapon ready for the kill! I look him straight in the eye! And then...
I wake up covered in sweat. I wasn't on my ship. I couldn't smell the sea. My hands where trembling, as if tired from days of labor. In that rare moment of clarity i saw myself truly for the first time. I saw me spinning through a web of thoughts. I heard my wooden leg hit the deck of my ship's soul and rip through my mind. And then i understood...
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