My Fathers Son

Nathan walked along the docks in the town of Port Sarim. Looking around he saw that even the jolly sailors that were happy and drunk the previous day were grieving. Port Sarim had not seen a murder for many years, and for one to happen so suddenly and to someone of importance had struck the coastal town to the core.

Nathan kept walking along the docks tossing and turning the events of the previous day in his head. The frozen expression of fear and surprise on his dead fathers face and the tiring interrogation of the Port Sarim Guard. The worst of these memories was the look on his mothers face when she heard the news. He would never forget the look. A mixed look of fear and grief, surprise and torture. He would never forgive himself.

Nathan sat down on one of the empty jetties, took off his shoes and put his feet in the water. He sat there for what seemed like hours, Looking out at the horizon, taking in the smell of the sea salt and listenining to the waves and working sailors. After a while it started to get dark and Nathan pulled his feet out of the water. He sat there for another hour or so before deciding he better make his way back to the family house.

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