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On Patrol: The Weight of Responsibility

As the sun set far in the distance, the sky was filled with a myriad of colors- blushing, rose colored clouds where the last rays still caressed them, the pale blue of twilight that separated the day and the night, and the stars that were just waking up, peeking sleepily through the firmament with jeweled eyes.

Banon took a place beside me and leaned his bulk against the rail, his clasped hands making a steeple in front of him. “It’s night’s like these that make me glad that I took Firus’ offer all those years ago.”

“Yes, it’s stunning.” I said truthfully.

“Some of the boys saw you up here earlier. I came up here to tell you that dinner is ready.”

“I don’t feel much like eating right now.”

“Were the front lines that bad?”

I looked at the first mate sharply.

“Don’t worry, lad, whatever secrets you have are still safe. The Captain told me where we’re headed a little while ago. I figure we can let the crew have at least one more peaceful night before we tell them.”

I nodded slowly. “That makes sense.”

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