Jibrith watched from the harbour wall as the vessels surged on the rising wind and thrust out to sea. He watched them disappear into waves made fire by the setting sun, shielding his eyes first with one hand then another.
But still his eyes stung, still they watered.
Long after the ships disappeared, he stood alone.
Long after the sun set he lowered the shield of his fingers, long after the stars emerged he stood alone.
At his side his sword hand flexed and his muscles tensed and relaxed. Oh how he longed for the strength and capability of youth.