They swam toward the ship.
One of the small ships broke away from the main vessel—sailing off in panic, abandoning half their crew. Sylas laughed like a crazy man as they swam away panicking. He stood at the edge of the deck, in his underwear. He cupped his hands and shouted after them.
"Yeah, run! How dare you attack the King's vessel!" he screamed, voice echoing across the sea.
Behind him, the injured crew stared up at him in horror. Their eyes wide. Pale. Like he was about to toss them overboard next.
Sylas placed both hands on his hips and tilted his head back, laughing like a madman.
"I'm so awesome," he declared toward the sky.
Then the mysterious beauty interrupted his moment of glory.
"Who even are you?" she asked.
He turned to her, flashing her a big wide grin.
"I'm Sylas," he said, voice low and confident. "An adventurer. Savior of ships. Bringer of trouble. At your service."
She raised a brow. "Where are you heading?"
