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CHAPTER 13 - TRISTAN

Tristan wanted to curse the world. Had he not been too taken away by that damn noble, he would’ve caught the cruise ship before it sailed off from the port. There’d been no longer cruise ships arriving on the harbor that day, as the next one would arrive in two days. So Tristan had no other choice but to ride the pettiest and stinky ship he had ever been. It was the only ship that would sail in that hour. And Tristan could not afford to wait any longer.

The sun had risen from the eastern horizon—his first day away from land—and Tristan had missed a lot already, especially sleep. He couldn’t get his eyes closed as his wooden bed, flat and hard, kept on swaying from the moving ship. Several times his stomach had turned. Several times he threw up. Until now, even if he’s on the deck, he always carried a bucket with him, as he could throw up anytime.

Tristan stood on the right side of the deck, his arms resting on the taffrail while he gazed on the endless ocean, gleaming under
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