Chapter 90

Alone once more on his ship, Darius was done socializing. No more guests for a while.

After the week he'd had - his niece going missing, abdicating the responsibility his brother tried to give him, and barely escaping a city in the midst of a revolution - Darius needed some quiet.

A shame he couldn't just drop anchor somewhere and enjoy a moment of nothingness. The oceans didn't encourage that kind of behavior. A ship always had to be moving unless in a protected bay, and even then, there were no guarantees. He still recalled the Bay of Lords - which oddly had more ladies. A Krakus had destroyed the entire dock and warehouse area not even a year ago, and then there were the Isles of Song. More than one sailor drowned himself because of the melodies that haunted through them.