Ankyra Sound port of call

and he followed her summons, as much of the sheep as she was the shepherd.

was he terrified of her? absolutely, as much as he leeched onto her like a babe at a mother's side. some unspoken tangle of fearful respect.

a heart, he breathed out in wisps. i'm... his voice quivered, eyes cast out to the waves, the island in the distance.

my mother cursed me a coward. i don't want to be.