Sat alone in a tiny boat was Peter, who was curled up into a ball. Or at least, the best ball he could manage.

His stomach growled in hunger, and the wound on his arm was getting worse. He was shaking, waiting for his crew to get him. He waited for hours and hours, and yet, they never showed up. He heard about Sirens in the water, and knew he’d be a target. He was vulnerable at the moment.

And just as he suspected, a tail was seen in the moonlight, through the small hole he allowed himself in the ball. He uncurled himself, looking at the water. That’s when a head popped out of the water.