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Saro had loved many men and women alike, but he had never loved them for long. While his passion burned hot, it was a flame that could never overtake the seas. That was what he truly loved, and he didn’t think there was a place, object or person in the world that could keep him away from it for long.
That included the beautiful Nia. While she was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever laid eyes on, and their time together had been wonderful, it was no where near enough to keep him from sailing off when his Captain had told him it was time to go.
And so in the early morning hours, the ship had been prepared, and now as the sun began to rise, the ship was ready to set off in just a few minutes.
He had left Nia a note after sneaking off that night, stating that he would remember her, but his soul belonged to the wind that drove his sails.
He assumed she would awaken after he was already gone, she would read the note, be upset for awhile and he would be long gone to some other far off lands, not likely to return to Egypt any time soon.
But he had assumed wrong, as one of his crew mates was calling for his attention, and he looked over the edge of the ship railing to see Nia coming down the docks, and she looked... pissed.
“Uh oh.” He said, he was not equipped to deal with emotions. He hadn’t dealt with such things often, if at all. His own heartbreak had come and gone, and he hadn’t stuck around long enough to deal with anyone else’s.
“How long until we’re ready to sail?” He asked, receiving snickers from the crew and then an answer. Only a few more minutes, if he could distract her on the docks, they could sail off before she had a chance to try and climb on the ship or anything like that.
“Uh, hi there!” He called out, unsure of what to say for the first time in his life. There wasn’t really protocol in this sort of situation, and he wasn’t sure he could charm his way out of this. He just needed to buy some time so they could leave and he wouldn’t have to worry about this again.
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Saro had loved many men and women alike, but he had never loved them for long. While his passion burned hot, it was a flame that could never overtake the seas. That was what he truly loved, and he didn’t think there was a place, object or person in the world that could keep him away from it for long.
That included the beautiful Nia. While she was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever laid eyes on, and their time together had been wonderful, it was no where near enough to keep him from sailing off when his Captain had told him it was time to go.
And so in the early morning hours, the ship had been prepared, and now as the sun began to rise, the ship was ready to set off in just a few minutes.
He had left Nia a note after sneaking off that night, stating that he would remember her, but his soul belonged to the wind that drove his sails.
He assumed she would awaken after he was already gone, she would read the note, be upset for awhile and he would be long gone to some other far off lands, not likely to return to Egypt any time soon.
But he had assumed wrong, as one of his crew mates was calling for his attention, and he looked over the edge of the ship railing to see Nia coming down the docks, and she looked... pissed.
“Uh oh.” He said, he was not equipped to deal with emotions. He hadn’t dealt with such things often, if at all. His own heartbreak had come and gone, and he hadn’t stuck around long enough to deal with anyone else’s.
“How long until we’re ready to sail?” He asked, receiving snickers from the crew and then an answer. Only a few more minutes, if he could distract her on the docks, they could sail off before she had a chance to try and climb on the ship or anything like that.
“Uh, hi there!” He called out, unsure of what to say for the first time in his life. There wasn’t really protocol in this sort of situation, and he wasn’t sure he could charm his way out of this. He just needed to buy some time so they could leave and he wouldn’t have to worry about this again.
Saro had loved many men and women alike, but he had never loved them for long. While his passion burned hot, it was a flame that could never overtake the seas. That was what he truly loved, and he didn’t think there was a place, object or person in the world that could keep him away from it for long.
That included the beautiful Nia. While she was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever laid eyes on, and their time together had been wonderful, it was no where near enough to keep him from sailing off when his Captain had told him it was time to go.
And so in the early morning hours, the ship had been prepared, and now as the sun began to rise, the ship was ready to set off in just a few minutes.
He had left Nia a note after sneaking off that night, stating that he would remember her, but his soul belonged to the wind that drove his sails.
He assumed she would awaken after he was already gone, she would read the note, be upset for awhile and he would be long gone to some other far off lands, not likely to return to Egypt any time soon.
But he had assumed wrong, as one of his crew mates was calling for his attention, and he looked over the edge of the ship railing to see Nia coming down the docks, and she looked... pissed.
“Uh oh.” He said, he was not equipped to deal with emotions. He hadn’t dealt with such things often, if at all. His own heartbreak had come and gone, and he hadn’t stuck around long enough to deal with anyone else’s.
“How long until we’re ready to sail?” He asked, receiving snickers from the crew and then an answer. Only a few more minutes, if he could distract her on the docks, they could sail off before she had a chance to try and climb on the ship or anything like that.
“Uh, hi there!” He called out, unsure of what to say for the first time in his life. There wasn’t really protocol in this sort of situation, and he wasn’t sure he could charm his way out of this. He just needed to buy some time so they could leave and he wouldn’t have to worry about this again.
Neithotep H’Sheifa woke that morning much earlier than her wont, and when she did… by gods, she and Saro would wish she hadn’t.
Rolling over in the dockside inn bed, Nia lazily reached beside her to pull Saro in closer so she might get more comfortable and fall back asleep that much faster. However, when her hand touched empty air, the half-smile on her lips faded to a frown. Blearily blinking her eyes open, she found herself alone with nothing but a note left on the pillow to show there had ever been another in the room at all.
Her frown deepened as she sat up, unfolding the note to read the contents within. The further she read, the more her face shifted, color rising to her cheeks as she stood. Who the fuck did Saro think he was, leaving her behind like this without even a warning?! They had spent the past several weeks wound up in each other, professions of love passed between them as if the handsome young sailor meant to stay forever.
And now this?! Trembling fingers ripped the parchment into a hundred pieces and left them scattered on the bed, hurriedly dressing herself before storming out of the room. He thought he was going to leave in such a cowardly way? Well, he had another thing coming.
Sweeping out of the tavern and onto the docks outside, she ran toward where she saw his ship, the man himself standing at the prow as the river breeze tugged at his hair. He cut a dashing figure against the backdrop of the morning sunrise, but Nia was far too angry to care how handsome he looked. He was going to answer for this. How dare he!
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, Saro!” she shouted up at him, grabbing one of the pretty glass baubles he’d gifted her out of her hastily packed bag and throwing it against the side of the ship. “Did you think you could just leave?! With a fucking note?!”
Another bauble was hurled his way, this time aimed for him. “I told you I loved you! You said you loved me!” she yelled, face burning hot. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she refused to allow them to fall—she would not give him that satisfaction. “Is this what love means to you?!”
Ripping the little gold lion necklace she had worn every day since he gave it to her from her neck, she hurled it into the depths of the Nile. “No man with any sense of honor would leave the woman they loved in such a way. You’re a liar, Saro, a liar and a rake. If I ever see you in Cairo again, I’ll make sure you’re ruined, you hear me?!” An empty threat, most like, though gods knew she had the means to do so. Her family had command over the most powerful trading entity in Egypt; if Hei Sheifa put a black mark against Saro, he’d never make another cent in the country.
She ignored the laughter of his crewmates, tunnel vision fixed on him and him alone. As angry as she was, the hurt was plain on her face, and she hoped it burned. What sort of monster professed his love for a woman, then snuck away in the early hours of the morning without a word to her face?
Gods, but she hated him in that moment.
“I hope you drown.”
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Neithotep H’Sheifa woke that morning much earlier than her wont, and when she did… by gods, she and Saro would wish she hadn’t.
Rolling over in the dockside inn bed, Nia lazily reached beside her to pull Saro in closer so she might get more comfortable and fall back asleep that much faster. However, when her hand touched empty air, the half-smile on her lips faded to a frown. Blearily blinking her eyes open, she found herself alone with nothing but a note left on the pillow to show there had ever been another in the room at all.
Her frown deepened as she sat up, unfolding the note to read the contents within. The further she read, the more her face shifted, color rising to her cheeks as she stood. Who the fuck did Saro think he was, leaving her behind like this without even a warning?! They had spent the past several weeks wound up in each other, professions of love passed between them as if the handsome young sailor meant to stay forever.
And now this?! Trembling fingers ripped the parchment into a hundred pieces and left them scattered on the bed, hurriedly dressing herself before storming out of the room. He thought he was going to leave in such a cowardly way? Well, he had another thing coming.
Sweeping out of the tavern and onto the docks outside, she ran toward where she saw his ship, the man himself standing at the prow as the river breeze tugged at his hair. He cut a dashing figure against the backdrop of the morning sunrise, but Nia was far too angry to care how handsome he looked. He was going to answer for this. How dare he!
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, Saro!” she shouted up at him, grabbing one of the pretty glass baubles he’d gifted her out of her hastily packed bag and throwing it against the side of the ship. “Did you think you could just leave?! With a fucking note?!”
Another bauble was hurled his way, this time aimed for him. “I told you I loved you! You said you loved me!” she yelled, face burning hot. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she refused to allow them to fall—she would not give him that satisfaction. “Is this what love means to you?!”
Ripping the little gold lion necklace she had worn every day since he gave it to her from her neck, she hurled it into the depths of the Nile. “No man with any sense of honor would leave the woman they loved in such a way. You’re a liar, Saro, a liar and a rake. If I ever see you in Cairo again, I’ll make sure you’re ruined, you hear me?!” An empty threat, most like, though gods knew she had the means to do so. Her family had command over the most powerful trading entity in Egypt; if Hei Sheifa put a black mark against Saro, he’d never make another cent in the country.
She ignored the laughter of his crewmates, tunnel vision fixed on him and him alone. As angry as she was, the hurt was plain on her face, and she hoped it burned. What sort of monster professed his love for a woman, then snuck away in the early hours of the morning without a word to her face?
Gods, but she hated him in that moment.
“I hope you drown.”
Neithotep H’Sheifa woke that morning much earlier than her wont, and when she did… by gods, she and Saro would wish she hadn’t.
Rolling over in the dockside inn bed, Nia lazily reached beside her to pull Saro in closer so she might get more comfortable and fall back asleep that much faster. However, when her hand touched empty air, the half-smile on her lips faded to a frown. Blearily blinking her eyes open, she found herself alone with nothing but a note left on the pillow to show there had ever been another in the room at all.
Her frown deepened as she sat up, unfolding the note to read the contents within. The further she read, the more her face shifted, color rising to her cheeks as she stood. Who the fuck did Saro think he was, leaving her behind like this without even a warning?! They had spent the past several weeks wound up in each other, professions of love passed between them as if the handsome young sailor meant to stay forever.
And now this?! Trembling fingers ripped the parchment into a hundred pieces and left them scattered on the bed, hurriedly dressing herself before storming out of the room. He thought he was going to leave in such a cowardly way? Well, he had another thing coming.
Sweeping out of the tavern and onto the docks outside, she ran toward where she saw his ship, the man himself standing at the prow as the river breeze tugged at his hair. He cut a dashing figure against the backdrop of the morning sunrise, but Nia was far too angry to care how handsome he looked. He was going to answer for this. How dare he!
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, Saro!” she shouted up at him, grabbing one of the pretty glass baubles he’d gifted her out of her hastily packed bag and throwing it against the side of the ship. “Did you think you could just leave?! With a fucking note?!”
Another bauble was hurled his way, this time aimed for him. “I told you I loved you! You said you loved me!” she yelled, face burning hot. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she refused to allow them to fall—she would not give him that satisfaction. “Is this what love means to you?!”
Ripping the little gold lion necklace she had worn every day since he gave it to her from her neck, she hurled it into the depths of the Nile. “No man with any sense of honor would leave the woman they loved in such a way. You’re a liar, Saro, a liar and a rake. If I ever see you in Cairo again, I’ll make sure you’re ruined, you hear me?!” An empty threat, most like, though gods knew she had the means to do so. Her family had command over the most powerful trading entity in Egypt; if Hei Sheifa put a black mark against Saro, he’d never make another cent in the country.
She ignored the laughter of his crewmates, tunnel vision fixed on him and him alone. As angry as she was, the hurt was plain on her face, and she hoped it burned. What sort of monster professed his love for a woman, then snuck away in the early hours of the morning without a word to her face?
Gods, but she hated him in that moment.
“I hope you drown.”
She started yelling and throwing stuff and Saro could hear his crew laughing even harder at him, and he wished that they would stop laughing and just get the ship ready so they could get the hell out of there and then he wouldn’t have to deal with this. At least she wasn’t sobbing and crying and begging. He’d had that before.
Why couldn’t she have just slept a little longer? It would have been better for both of them if she had just stayed asleep for a few more minutes. He would have been gone and then this confrontation would never have happened. This wasn’t getting either of them any where.
But she was here, and she was already doing it, so there was no stopping it now.
He ducked the second glass object that was thrown at him, it smashed on the deck of the ship and the laughter got louder.
“At least I didn’t leave without a note?” He stated, as if that would make the situation any better. For him it did, at least he left with some explanation that he had intended to leave, and hadn’t left her to just wonder where the hell he had gone and if something had gone wrong. It was a courtesy really.
“My love wasn’t a lie! I really do love you, but my first love is the sea.” He said, and it was the truth. He wasn’t sure he would ever love anyone more than he loved his ship and the sea. They were his one true love, and no woman or man would keep him on dry land for long.
He felt relief as the ship started forward finally, and started taking him away to freedom, and away from this crazed woman who was shouting at him from the docks.
Getting too far to really speak to her, he waved instead. He knew that if she could, she would have climbed onto the boat and kicked his ass. Luckily they started sailing before that could happen.
When they were far enough away, he turned and moved back further onto the ship, his crew still mocking him as they started off towards the open water once more.
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She started yelling and throwing stuff and Saro could hear his crew laughing even harder at him, and he wished that they would stop laughing and just get the ship ready so they could get the hell out of there and then he wouldn’t have to deal with this. At least she wasn’t sobbing and crying and begging. He’d had that before.
Why couldn’t she have just slept a little longer? It would have been better for both of them if she had just stayed asleep for a few more minutes. He would have been gone and then this confrontation would never have happened. This wasn’t getting either of them any where.
But she was here, and she was already doing it, so there was no stopping it now.
He ducked the second glass object that was thrown at him, it smashed on the deck of the ship and the laughter got louder.
“At least I didn’t leave without a note?” He stated, as if that would make the situation any better. For him it did, at least he left with some explanation that he had intended to leave, and hadn’t left her to just wonder where the hell he had gone and if something had gone wrong. It was a courtesy really.
“My love wasn’t a lie! I really do love you, but my first love is the sea.” He said, and it was the truth. He wasn’t sure he would ever love anyone more than he loved his ship and the sea. They were his one true love, and no woman or man would keep him on dry land for long.
He felt relief as the ship started forward finally, and started taking him away to freedom, and away from this crazed woman who was shouting at him from the docks.
Getting too far to really speak to her, he waved instead. He knew that if she could, she would have climbed onto the boat and kicked his ass. Luckily they started sailing before that could happen.
When they were far enough away, he turned and moved back further onto the ship, his crew still mocking him as they started off towards the open water once more.
She started yelling and throwing stuff and Saro could hear his crew laughing even harder at him, and he wished that they would stop laughing and just get the ship ready so they could get the hell out of there and then he wouldn’t have to deal with this. At least she wasn’t sobbing and crying and begging. He’d had that before.
Why couldn’t she have just slept a little longer? It would have been better for both of them if she had just stayed asleep for a few more minutes. He would have been gone and then this confrontation would never have happened. This wasn’t getting either of them any where.
But she was here, and she was already doing it, so there was no stopping it now.
He ducked the second glass object that was thrown at him, it smashed on the deck of the ship and the laughter got louder.
“At least I didn’t leave without a note?” He stated, as if that would make the situation any better. For him it did, at least he left with some explanation that he had intended to leave, and hadn’t left her to just wonder where the hell he had gone and if something had gone wrong. It was a courtesy really.
“My love wasn’t a lie! I really do love you, but my first love is the sea.” He said, and it was the truth. He wasn’t sure he would ever love anyone more than he loved his ship and the sea. They were his one true love, and no woman or man would keep him on dry land for long.
He felt relief as the ship started forward finally, and started taking him away to freedom, and away from this crazed woman who was shouting at him from the docks.
Getting too far to really speak to her, he waved instead. He knew that if she could, she would have climbed onto the boat and kicked his ass. Luckily they started sailing before that could happen.
When they were far enough away, he turned and moved back further onto the ship, his crew still mocking him as they started off towards the open water once more.
