The Golden King stood unbent as the wild sea, tall at the head of his thousand ships. His eyes were grey beacons searing the sacred path all the way to the Bright Isle. This journey had been worth even a thousand such destinations.

I am your heir, after all, Mariner.

The seas had parted for him, and him only. His heart burst in its proud song. He threw back his beautiful head as the horizon came into view. Now, he thought. And now.

'I am the master of my fate', he cried triumphantly. 'I am the captain of my soul!'