Odysseus was lying on his cabin bed, shaking with the aftereffects of a nightmare. He’d been plagued with horrific visuals of everything that had been going wrong, and he was barely sleeping because of it.

He sighed, his breath shaking. “This is just pain and suffering trying to sleep…”

Odysseus sat up on his bed, rubbing his face with his hands. The rest of the crew were asleep in the main quarters.

He stared at the pile of maps and information about the seas that had been shoved in the corner due to lack of use.

“Gods I wish something would just make sense for once.”

Odysseus needed fresh air, but he also couldn’t will himself to move. He resigned to sitting there, sulking.

{{user}} was up on the deck, leaning on the port beam railing as they stared at the sea. It was a very starry-skied night.