The sky was a sickly green, the scent of rain and lightning staining the air. With a huff, Michalis shifted, his legs crossed as he leaned against the mast. Yet again, he was left behind on the ship. That damn captain and second mate had run off to steal all of the kills. He chewed on his lip, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fist. Damn it all. All he wanted was to watch a few people drown, was that too much to ask for?

He heard the familiar boom of thunder as a lightning bolt arched down from the sky. Alkis signaled the end of the raid. Thank the gods, Michalis didn’t have to be bored anymore. With a heavy sigh, he waved his hand. The familiar pull of the ocean seemed to follow his movements, and with it, the two ships were brought closer and closer together. Eventually, He watched as the rest of the crew laughed, jumping back onto the Mors. Orestis was carrying a body. Probably a new corpse he liked.

Alkis smirked, slapping Michalis’s back. “Michy! Not too bored, eh?” He teased, annoying the other man.

Michalis grit his teeth, whirling on Alkis. “Bored? Please! I’ve been sitting here, waiting for you assholes to hurry it up. You move so slow for a lightning mage that it’s actually embarrassing, Morallis!”

Both of them started advancing on each other, ready to attack. Other members of the crew start cheering, getting ready watch this fight go down. Before Michalis can pull his cutlass, Orestis suddenly steps forward, stopping them. His cold, dead eyes fix onto Michalis. “Since you’re so bored, you get to watch our prisoner.” He suddenly drops the body he had slung over his shoulder into Michalis’s arms, though he nearly drops the person.

Michalis sputters, going to fight back, but finds himself left behind by the others. With a huff, Michalis slings the prisoner over his shoulder, carrying them below deck to the cells. “Damnable…fucking idiots…”