The soft murmur of the sea came through the opened circular window, carrying with it the salty scent and the lazy rhythm of waves tapping against the hull. Sunlight spilled through the round cabin window, splashing soft golden patterns across the wooden floor.
Luther stirred, one hand dragging over his face as he yawned so hard his jaw clicked.
His ocean-blue eyes blinked open, half-lidded and unfocused. His silver hair was a complete mess—sticking out in all directions like he had fought a sea monster in his sleep and lost.
".Afternoon already?" he muttered in a hoarse tone. "I could've sworn it was morning five minutes ago."
He stretched, his shirt sliding up a bit to show a faint glimmer of golden light under his skin where his divine mark seeming to have moved to his stomach from his ear reacted to the still-lingering sun. He ignored it and sat up with another long sigh.
Then came the irritated growl.
"About time you woke up, lazy bum!
