Chapter 83: Adelaide.

Lyros is a bitch.

The stench of fish and fish innards was never something I would have thought of as punishment. It's creatively horrific and I know it is something only he could have thought of.

When he said it was time for punishment, I thought he would beat me.

I thought he would hit me and hurt me and make me scream out in pain. I already braced myself for it, but I didn't brace myself for this.

"Hey, wench! Those fishes ain't gonna gut themselves y'know."

The fisherman or Captain or whatever's the fuck he's called stands on the stairs to the lower level of the ship and he sneers at me. I can tell just from the looks of him that he's powerless, not a werewolf, and not one of the other races either. The powerless in our world could easily pass for humans, but they're different from humans in a way, not just in a way but in a very noticeable way. They all have uncommon hair colors; they look like they have the blood of beauty gods in their veins.

Even the captain is a delicatelypin