The ship creaked in the right way. I found myself in the mess hall of a forgotten memory. A figure was seated before me. Blood dripped on dry planks as I found my feet once again. I was so tired, but the sea never leaves your feet. I slumped down in a chair opposite the figure, and looked over the table.

The demon Simon gave me some water. From the cup his green eyes glowed a baleful tone, but he was welcome company. Better than a Black Bell executioner, or another horror within the belly of…