Llyr was a sailor and always had been, as his father had, and the father of his father, and as far back in time as anyone could remember. His father had put him on a boat when he was barely seven, ignoring his son's petitions of staying on dry land. Llyr remembered crying of fear, and being beaten about it. Counting down the hours to go back to port, and the wish of wanting to kiss the floor under his feet.
Despite not being made to be a sailor, his father persisted, forcing him on the ships, telling him it was family business. And, everyday, Llyr hated his life. The vision of the sea outside the windows of his parents' house made him nauseous. Yet, being a sailor was the only thing he knew how to do, even if he was the only sailor who was afraid of the water. In fact, he kept going into the sea well into old age, wishing he had been strong enough to challenge this father, wishing he had been brave enough to choose his own destiny.
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