- POV General -
The sun had risen on a brand new day after the meeting between the two former slaves and the incognito pirates in the small wooden house. After the meal, the lost and confused mother had been unable to speak, and Hestia had also been silent the whole time. Fortunately, all had not been strange thanks to the others and Ulysses who, finding his childish soul, had started to become a bit more talkative.
Talkative because being surrounded by so many different people for the first time made him curious and excited to discover many new things. Very quickly the little boy had integrated himself into the group, which was not difficult given his cute, shy and endearing side. Thus, the day before, he had spent the afternoon following almost all the members of the crew in the house in spite of his injuries while his mother had remained in her room.
