Chapter 1
Thor stood, shirtless, leaning on the rail of The Alexandria. The wind filled the sails, gently caressing his face and tanned, toned body. His long auburn hair—tied at the back of his neck—streamed out behind him. Thor breathed deeply and took in the salty aroma of the sea. The swells caused the ship to rise and fall as the wind propelled it through the waves. Whitecaps could be seen in the distance. With such a fair breeze they would make good time.
He laughed to himself. How different from his first days aboard the ship. Then he had stood at the rail, not to take in the beauty of the ocean, but to relieve himself of the contents of his stomach. The three years he had been at sea had brought about many changes. He had come aboard as a gangly sixteen year old—assigned as cabin boy to serve the needs of Captain Allison. Now he was a seaman. His body, while still that of a youth, was filled out and toned by the hard task of working in the rigging. While still wiry, his muscular arms, chest, and flat rippled stomach were those of a man.
As the ship ploughed its way through the rolling waters, he thought back to the day he found out a life at sea was to be his destiny.