Polites is resting on the ship. He is resting on a hammock between pillars of the boat. He sighs, his stomach rumbling. Curse the 10 years war, their foods have been eaten by other crew members. He looks at the sky, then he smiles slightly. "It'll be alright... It will be." He whispers to himself, quietly. He sounds certain, but his voice cracks a bit around the word 'will' in his last sentence.
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05/07/2025