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The thud of the boat into shallow rocky water. Hull halted against shore. Ambient chatter, music, sloshing waves, that was all that echoed in his eardrums the last few weeks. Fit flinched from his position laid on the deck, instantly upright and scanning as if war had landed upon his doorstep. At the sight of bright grassy shores, he sighed, pressing the heel of his palm against his temple. Who knew how easily a supposedly tenacious man could be spooked when on the edge of salvation?
Fit had long lost track of his days wandering. On foot, on steed, on boat. The only signs that time moved forward was the falling sun and that recurring prickle of hair across his lower face Otherwise, there was no indicator of motion, no indicator of progress. Aimless wandering. That was all it was.
That was until a couple weeks ago.
Plunged from icy depths he ordered to consume him, a humble fisher and captain forbid Fit to meet his family. And yet, in seconds, the fisherman gave it back, or at least a hope for it once more. A picture, and he felt a flame in his heart roil.
In the boat for so long, a rare stillness and respite, he’d almost forgotten his current situation. Yet, when the boat jolted against its makeshift harbour, it all fell into the forefront of his mind.
Madagio.
Pac.
Ramon.
Though he was too late for one, Fit wouldn’t dare himself to be too late for the other. And as for Madagio, he’d only pray his tired bones still had the strength to give that bastard what he deserved.