Thor lay on his back, staring up at the overhead of what was now his cabin. He turned his head and looked over at the man also lying on his back beside him. Iakob was snoring loudly, the white hairs of his full moustache puffing up slightly with every breath. Thor smiled, turned on his side, and laid his hand on the hair-covered, muscular chest. Iakob stirred, said something indistinguishable, and covered Thor’s hand with his. The sailing master had been Thor’s rock for the three years they had been aboard The Dragon—advising him, guiding him. It comforted Thor, now that he was captain, to know Iakob would be here to continue on in that role.
Tonight Thor had reached out to his old friend, driven by the longing he had felt at Wyvern’s passing. He hoped to add yet another layer to his and
