Bab 161: King of the sea

A tall man with neck-long black hair stood firmly at the bow of a ship, his hand gripping the bowsprit tightly as he looked out over the sea. His hair blew wildly in the strong wind, strands of it whipping across his stern face. The white sail above him, stretched taut by the gusts, billowed high and proud, propelling the ship forward. His dark eyes narrowed as he took in the horizon, then suddenly, his voice boomed across the deck.