our sins are washed away
Saiden hiked a sack with some last minute supplies further onto his shoulder. Given that he wasn't exactly expecting anyone to come see him personally to say goodbye, he picked up his pace when he heard Jack's whistle. Once the cook was safely aboard, he set the bag down, rubbing the shoulder where it had rested idly.
Turning, he shaded his eyes as he stared at the gloomy horizon. Still, he didn't look worried about the weather. Actually, he looked downright elated: after far too long at port, they were finally setting sail. A wicked smile graced his lips and something imperceptible shifted in him, making him look far more relaxed and at ease than he ever did on land. Standing there, he simply basked in the atmosphere.
Turning, he shaded his eyes as he stared at the gloomy horizon. Still, he didn't look worried about the weather. Actually, he looked downright elated: after far too long at port, they were finally setting sail. A wicked smile graced his lips and something imperceptible shifted in him, making him look far more relaxed and at ease than he ever did on land. Standing there, he simply basked in the atmosphere.
