Barry couldn't believe that he wasn't doing anything to put him in the graces of the goddess he served. He couldn't believe that all the good he tried to do was for nothing. He could believe that she viewed him as nothing but a nuisance.
But all of that would change. He didn't want to be replaced. He didn't want to be killed. He didn't want to be a loser hero that people skip over in history class centuries later. He wanted to be the best he could.
For the first time in his life, Barry drew his sword with the intention of killing a child of the goddess. His expression was blank, his eyes emotionless, and his resolve stronger than ever.
"No! No please! PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY!" The pirate shouted, begging for his life.
Barry hesitated, but after a bit of a mental battle, he continued. "How many families have you taken? Sons, daughters, husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, and more. You've taken the lives of them all."
