The boats drifted quietly across the dark water.
Behind them, the ship slowly began to turn away from the shore. Its sails shifted in the wind as it started its lonely journey back toward the open sea.
There was a bleak air hanging around it.
Even so, the sailors on deck were still smiling.
It was almost laughable.
They had worked for a secret mission, risked their lives crossing cursed seas, and their reward was to die once their task was complete.
Damon didn't even feel angry about it anymore.
He couldn't.
The world simply worked like this.
The song of the sirens grew louder as the boats pushed forward.
The melody rolled across the water like silk, warm and inviting. Each note pulled at the mind, whispering promises that didn't quite have words.
Damon stood at the front of the boat with a faint smile on his face.
The wind tugged at his coat as he looked toward the jagged rocks ahead.
He appeared calm.
Imposing.
