With a heavy heart, Krysaos made his way out of his room and through the main hallway, each trudging step slow and slower still.
Waiting for him above deck... were the hard stares of hardier sailors; snide, passive-aggressive comments... and in at least one case, barely-contained hostility.
If he could, he'd jail or lash or even keelhaul each and every sea-rat on the ship that looked at him funny.
If he really did, though... there'd be maybe three or four people to run the whole ship... including himself.
...That'd be a f*cking pain.
"Ughhhh," Krysaos groaned loudly as he climbed the stairs, stopping in front of the double doors to the main deck.
He clenched his fist until it hurt.
He'd spent enough time feeling sorry for himself... so he began to focus on his anger and discontent.
Once he went out there... he no longer had the privilege of being Krysaos the human f*cking being.
