The irony of the moment stung Quin as he said his goodbyes to Zerpa, the one friend who had followed him here to the docks of Port Hampshire. Before his death, Quin had stood in her place as Naga had tried to leave. He had been selfish then, he had been angry at her. In the end, she stayed, or atleast had until Quin had fallen in the Sword Rust mountains. Now, she was gone, and Quin would be gone aswell.
For how long? He couldn't say. He realized that home was no longer home with all of the pain he felt, with all that was missing, with all that he wished to have returned. He listened to the waves crash against the hull of the Spirit's Rest, and smelled the sea air around him. Was that a hint of gem polish that accompanied, no, that seemed to almost contest and overpower the smell of sea air? Quin looked down to his throbbing left arm ... unbruised, unbroken, unscarred, pain still arced through it. His mind carried these unreal pains.
"Ev'rythin' A'ight mis'r Cromwell?" Quin heard from the doorway to his room.
"Yes, everything is fine" Quin said to the sailor, before reaching down and petting Cyfi, his only companion on this ship, a young panther given to him by Ozymandius. Quin often wondered if this was a reminder, or something deeper. He never had the heart to ask.
It would not be long now before the Spirit's Rest pulled into port at Point Harbor. Others had plans for the ship however, and pulling into port would not fit into thier agenda.
