Sailing away from the horrors of the hell-house Sinbad found himself the bow of his Nomad, just staring out over the water.
Once upon a time, when he'd just been a boy the seas had taken his beloved parents and he'd hated the waters for it. They'd taken Lea and all he wanted was to get back at them. So when Doubar had taken him to sea, had taught him to sail, he'd decided he would conquer the water, he would master the seven seas, make them bow to his will.
His worst fear had been to drown; to be taken into those terrible, cold depths and just disappear, gasping for air.
What he hadn't bargained for was the love he would grow to feel for the very waters he sought to conquer. He heeded her when the sea tried to tell him something, spotted her little tells, noticed all her quirks until he knew what she was going to do before it even happened. She wasn't trying to drown him at all, they were in a dance, she and him, a dance no one else could see.
And then she took Maeve from him. It stung him in the secret places of his heart. He had trusted and she'd betrayed him. So he'd sought to punish her, to become a crueller master than he'd ever been before. But the water didn't care and that tore at him.
Like a beacon there'd been red hair, streaming behind as the girl ran.
He'd followed her into hell.
And the seas finally took pity on him. They formed a creature out of their own existence and sent it to soothe his aching heart. She'd saved him from the clutches of the devil himself.
The water had restored him and he was thankful. No longer did he seek to conquer, just to dance with her once more. The water buoyed him up much higher when he sailed with love in his heart.