Anelisa

Every eye on deck turned towards me. I sensed it.

Fear, but then, it twisted into a cruel grin. The sea wind slapped my face as the ship rocked but nothing sting as the look on their faces.

“Look at the monster,” a lanky deckhand muttered, his voice low enough that only his mates could hear, but loud enough for the wind to carry it straight to my ears.

Laughter followed, thin and nervous, as if they were trying to convince themselves that the scarred man was something to be mocked, ...