‘Sir, sir-‘ Grabbing him, Luther turns and takes hold of Thorald, lifting him by his clothes.
‘Don’t you ever touch me; no one touches me unless they want to die.’ Luther yells.
He throws Thorald to the floor who scrambles back to his seat looking very nervous.
‘Let’s get this ship moving!’ Luther walks below deck.
‘I told you not to talk out of turn; he could have thrown you to the Aspidoceleon.’ Strabo said.
A smattering of hushed laughter is heard. Suddenly the boat starts to shake; the men can barely hold onto their oars, many of them fall into the sea. Below deck Luther feels the rocking and says to himself, ‘We’re here.’ He gets up and heads to the top deck.
‘Stay calm men, I know where we are.’
The boat starts to uncontrollably shake throwing men over board; Luther wraps his arm around some rope to steady himself.....
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