"How many more times, Sinbad?"
Startled, Sinbad tore his gaze from the retreating shoreline. Kale regarded him with level eyes, arms crossed over his large chest.
Forcing a smile on his face, Sinbad slumped back against the hull of the ship, blocking his view of the retreating palace. He cocked head to the side. "How many more times what?"
Kale's frown deepened. "How many more times are you going to run away from him?"