He spits while he stare at the waves breaking against the rocks.
The days when he could be the whole day dozing on the board of that beautiful ship where left behind a long time ago.
The ship was called "El Caleuche", an exploration ship, which used to cross the seas from east to west and from south to north, searching the most beautiful places, searching the most wonderfuls animals, seeking the richest cities.
Mountains of gold, beautiful women (and/or boys depending on each sailor's tastes), fine clothes where always available for these sea men.
Inzek was the cook of the ship, throughout he developed a fine taste in beautiful women, and fine clothes, nothing less than silk could he wear. His fine meals were very well known, and he was ask to cook for Kings and Emperors, for Popes and Gods.
One black day a storm caught them by surprise, after a few days they did not knew where they were.
No one saw the dark mass, and the light that in-between the black clouds tried to warn them of the closeness of an island of rocks, an island called Golemus Golemicarum.
That day all his sailor mates were dead, "El Caleuche" was destroyed, all his silk, all his gold was lost, an hours later when he awoke, lying on the beach, one or two broken bones aching, when he saw the land where he was and the inhabitants creatures, he began to comprehend that he was far away from home, and that he well might never return.
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Years has passed, he doesn't hate the sea anymore, those creatures (Water beings) have helped him a lot, he understood that the sea only gave him a lessons to see his own lack of transcendence and now he is happy in this realm.
Inzek used to be wandering here or there, doing this or that. He now only wants to know the land that has become his home han his jail. He does not wear fine clothes anymore, and enjoys the company of a puppy one day began to follow him and of some friends he has met on the walk.
Gold and women no longer impassion him, well women just a little, but food... oh food, he still searches for the most delicius ingredients that he will only share with his more esteemed friends and "Trauko", how he began calling the puppy that always follows him.
*Thanks to:
Tenoch for giving me the idea, the initial encouragement and some advices.
Kriskah Arcanu for some corrections.
pamplemousse for a correction.