CHAPTER 28 - TRISTAN

Tristan had no idea what to do. He found no trace of the orb’s presence when he had roamed the entire ship. He’d spent the whole night searching, but hopeless it was. Perhaps the orb was asleep. Perhaps someone had kept it inside his pocket. Perhaps Tristan’ senses were yet to be in the condition of tracking the orb, considering what he’d gotten in the aftermath of his battle with the Pirate Lord. He’d also searched the Pirate Lord’s cabin, chests, cabinets … everything. It was all empty, as all his possessions were in the enormous sack of loot. And the orb had not been there inside. 

Tristan leaned over the taffrail, glancing at the endless blue ocean gleaming beneath the bright noon sun. His cuts and bruises still hurt, but his disappointment to himself had brought the most pain, tightening his chest and throat. He could not protect anything or anyone in this world. It was Arth’s mistake tha