"The timing is perfect: tides, wind direction, sunlight... everything is just right! The sea waits for neither man nor woman."
Barnabas stood next to the command seat, sighing in awe.
He was now to serve as Cassandra's sailing advisor.
The prow of the Adrestia sliced through the waves, and the shattered sea spray erupted into a mist of droplets, making everyone on the deck feel fresh and invigorated under the sunlight of the Aegean Sea.
Barnabas, unlike the day he was rescued, no longer resembled a drowning cat.
His long and thick hair was combed back, his beard neatly trimmed and tidily tied, making him look like a handsome uncle, strong and resolute.
He shouted to his crew, "Row the oars, lower the sails."
