When the second day at Atheria’s arrived, the crew had begun packing and returning to the ship. Tristen never felt so much relief before returning to his ship. Except… It wasn’t his.
“When were you guys planning to tell me THAT YOU SWITCHED SHIPS?” Tristen turned to his crew but they just shrugged.
“Now?” Sylas replied and Tristen just shrugged his head and sighed. He mourned his ship. That was his first too. And all those memories were now gone. But as he looked at the exterior, he noticed something colourful.
“Avaritia Crew” He couldn’t help but smile. He noticed how each letter was different from the other both in colour and style. It looked a bit messy but it fit their crew. It was personalised for them. He placed his hand over the letters, trying to guess which letter was whose.
