Cyreus' head burst out between the waves, a pale speck among the white and blue ocean. As he walked back onto the beach he glanced down and pushed the wound on his chest. Only a small trickle of blood oozed out from the wound. As he put his clothes back on he looked at the setting sun. By his estimate it would be a few minutes until the sky would be black. He pulled his trident out of the sand and twirled it to get rid of any sand attached to the prongs. Cy started walking along the beach making his way to the rather large fishing port on the other side of the headland.
As he walked through the rows of houses, merchants shops and twisting alleys Cy could still here the sound of crashing waves. The smell of salt, fish and tar permeated the air. As he walked the roads a few people cheered for him. Cy grinned and waved his trident in the air. The celebrity treatment was growing on Cy. As he walked towards the docks Cy's stomach rumbled loudly. He wondered if somebody on the ship had cooked something up to eat for him.
As he walked through the rows of houses, merchants shops and twisting alleys Cy could still here the sound of crashing waves. The smell of salt, fish and tar permeated the air. As he walked the roads a few people cheered for him. Cy grinned and waved his trident in the air. The celebrity treatment was growing on Cy. As he walked towards the docks Cy's stomach rumbled loudly. He wondered if somebody on the ship had cooked something up to eat for him.